Just what did you do in a town like this, anyway? So far, Battler's day seemed to be divided between eating and aimless wandering, which was fine to a point, but as much as he could enjoy the simplicity and short mental vacation, he was starting to get restless. It wasn't like he was unfriendly or didn't like meeting new people—just the opposite, in fact—but when it was only that and no semblance of familiarity to be found anywhere, it could start to get kind of rough.
On the other hand, this place looked pretty promising. Where he might normally delve directly into the books, in this case, his first impulse was actually to take a look at the newspapers, but what he found wasn't exactly all that useful. Nothing but mundane events, and no indication of where or even when they were. What kind of a newspaper didn't have the date on it, anyway....? Looking in other sections held similar results. That was .... weird, and honestly kind of creepy, especially considering it was more than likely intentional.
.... It was almost like this place wasn't even real. An illusion of a town to give a false sense of security in a world cut off from reality. It was no different than Rokkenjima, surrounded by storms and with no way to communicate to the outside world. .... Well, maybe he was jumping to conclusions, but that was certainly what it felt like. After all ... from here, where did you really go? Was there anything at all? If anybody had any real answers about this place, they wouldn't be stuck in this mess at all.
At any rate, it seemed he was wasting his time. He supposed he could ask a local, but ... Any attempts at approaching anyone from this town were uncomfortable at best. He couldn't say he was treated badly, exactly, but they all seemed weary .... and a bit scared. Why was that....? There was that cover story, that they were mentally ill, but was that really all it was? However they may have felt about his "condition," he was totally harmless, and it wasn't like he'd done anything wrong...
He shrugged to himself bitterly, pulling a random book from the shelves and settling in at one of the benches to read. He felt like he could kind of use something like this.
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Just what did you do in a town like this, anyway? So far, Battler's day seemed to be divided between eating and aimless wandering, which was fine to a point, but as much as he could enjoy the simplicity and short mental vacation, he was starting to get restless. It wasn't like he was unfriendly or didn't like meeting new people—just the opposite, in fact—but when it was only that and no semblance of familiarity to be found anywhere, it could start to get kind of rough.
On the other hand, this place looked pretty promising. Where he might normally delve directly into the books, in this case, his first impulse was actually to take a look at the newspapers, but what he found wasn't exactly all that useful. Nothing but mundane events, and no indication of where or even when they were. What kind of a newspaper didn't have the date on it, anyway....? Looking in other sections held similar results. That was .... weird, and honestly kind of creepy, especially considering it was more than likely intentional.
.... It was almost like this place wasn't even real. An illusion of a town to give a false sense of security in a world cut off from reality. It was no different than Rokkenjima, surrounded by storms and with no way to communicate to the outside world. .... Well, maybe he was jumping to conclusions, but that was certainly what it felt like. After all ... from here, where did you really go? Was there anything at all? If anybody had any real answers about this place, they wouldn't be stuck in this mess at all.
At any rate, it seemed he was wasting his time. He supposed he could ask a local, but ... Any attempts at approaching anyone from this town were uncomfortable at best. He couldn't say he was treated badly, exactly, but they all seemed weary .... and a bit scared. Why was that....? There was that cover story, that they were mentally ill, but was that really all it was? However they may have felt about his "condition," he was totally harmless, and it wasn't like he'd done anything wrong...
He shrugged to himself bitterly, pulling a random book from the shelves and settling in at one of the benches to read. He felt like he could kind of use something like this.
[FOR THE COUSIN.]