[ The response feels automatic with a bit of mixed feelings into it, but after a moment, Seo sighs. There's no use denying what's obvious, especially after what Boothill saw. ]
... I must be losing my touch, since barely anyone here is human at all. I got too comfortable.
Listen. I don't know ya that well, and I ain't gonna tell ya how to live your life. But ya got other things about him that stuck with ya, right? Is holdin' onto that doin' ya any good?
[ he asks this question carefully, looking at seo from beneath the brim of his hat. boothill isn't going to regard him any differently no matter what the truth may be. ]
Not to me. Y'could be lyin' through your teeth for all I know.
[ he shrugs. ]
But I'll say right now: you ain't got nothin' to lose by tellin' me what's what. I got my own path to tread, and that's back home. I ain't here to pry. Just sounds like we got things in common.
Well, you'd be right! I'm a liar~ but I'll tell you that to you, perhaps, that it'll look like I have nothing to lose. But that couldn't be more wrong, see? I'm not here to be understood. Now, I'll engage in conversation--and I do like talking to you, Boothill! And I'd like to talk about the things we have in common!
... But there are some things I won't say, despite how obvious it may seem to you.
[ boothill's starting to see more of that silly-ish side of seo that's sometimes on the network and in trials... even so, there is definitely a lot happening under the surface that can't be scraped through by a near-complete stranger. ]
Then we're gonna leave it at that. No skin off my nose.
[ he'd rather brute force things than think about them too deeply or talk them through. seodore has nothing to lose by telling boothill the truth, but boothill has nothing to gain from seodore's truth either. nothing but human(?) connection. ]
That keep ya from talkin' about that kid I saw in that churchyard too?
[ Seo seems very okay talking about the kid and his mood seems to be significantly better. ]
What do you want to know about him? To start off, his name is Hajime Hatsutori. I call him Hatsutori~ He was fifteen when I adopted him for the first time!
Hmmm, yeah? But that was after he already started hating me quite a bit. He wasn't really good at expressing his emotions, so he ended up being a really troublesome kid.
[ Just let me know when you want to shatter Seo's lies to Boothill's face with another mem. ]
It ended up bringing a lot of trouble later on... see, because he was born from a virgin pregnancy, he eventually believed that he was a really important figure related to god.
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[ The response feels automatic with a bit of mixed feelings into it, but after a moment, Seo sighs. There's no use denying what's obvious, especially after what Boothill saw. ]
... I must be losing my touch, since barely anyone here is human at all. I got too comfortable.
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Ain't somethin' you wanna get comfortable with, is it?
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[ He knows what he is, but feelings are hard. ]
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Listen. I don't know ya that well, and I ain't gonna tell ya how to live your life. But ya got other things about him that stuck with ya, right? Is holdin' onto that doin' ya any good?
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[ His voice trails off, but he eventually laughs a little. ]
Of course I do! I have these~
[ He does a gentle hairflip hand gesture, but it's to his earrings. ]
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[ sets a hand on his hip. ]
So... what are ya, then?
[ he asks this question carefully, looking at seo from beneath the brim of his hat. boothill isn't going to regard him any differently no matter what the truth may be. ]
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[ It doesn't look like he'll budge on this. The dedication Seodore has to his late husband is too strong... ]
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A twenty-five year-old... who's over a hundred years old, at least. And ya can time travel?
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...
Seodore slightly tilts his head. ]
Is it really that important to know the truth?
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[ he shrugs. ]
But I'll say right now: you ain't got nothin' to lose by tellin' me what's what. I got my own path to tread, and that's back home. I ain't here to pry. Just sounds like we got things in common.
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... But there are some things I won't say, despite how obvious it may seem to you.
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Then we're gonna leave it at that. No skin off my nose.
[ he'd rather brute force things than think about them too deeply or talk them through. seodore has nothing to lose by telling boothill the truth, but boothill has nothing to gain from seodore's truth either. nothing but human(?) connection. ]
That keep ya from talkin' about that kid I saw in that churchyard too?
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[ Seo seems very okay talking about the kid and his mood seems to be significantly better. ]
What do you want to know about him? To start off, his name is Hajime Hatsutori. I call him Hatsutori~ He was fifteen when I adopted him for the first time!
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[ He tilts his head. ]
Though our families are extremely distantly related. They married in.
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[ I'VE PLAYED FATAMORU I KNOW HOW THINGS GO ]
Why'd you take him on then?
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[ Okay, he's being really sarcastic here. ]
He hated my guts.
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Yeah, all right. Think maybe he knew you weren't doin' it for charity's sake?
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[ Just let me know when you want to shatter Seo's lies to Boothill's face with another mem. ]
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I saw that. Looks like the poor kid couldn't really recognize when he had 'em.
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[ Then bam. Memory (ends at 26:22). ]
... I'm really getting tired of this.
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