Kyousuke crossed his arms, his expression becoming distant. ... He'd been dreading this part of the conversation. Anyone would have questions, but he didn't know how to answer any of them. He was starting to feel a little sympathy for Murphy, for having to deal with him demanding answers, but not for the first time, he wished he could have had this all explained to him by someone who actually knew what was going on. Maybe that was unreasonable, but Kyousuke didn't care.
"I don't know," he admitted. "But whatever it is, there's no justifying it."
He listened to the rest quietly, with building tension and frustration. The questions themselves were fair enough, but they brought on a certain sense uselessness, and anger, both at himself, and the people around him. He made a glance around, at the little groups forming around the courtyard. Why weren't they banding together more? He clenched his fists, but he tried to force the thought down and relax more. ... He didn't have the right to make judgments quite yet. He hadn't seen much, so maybe he was missing something. And part of it was his own fault; he never had been very good with strangers.
"Most people go out at night," he answered, keeping his thoughts to himself. "If you want to do something, that's probably your best bet." It was something, at least. Maybe there was something more concentrated then, but he wouldn't know. The guy he'd been running around with the first night hadn't seemed particularly competent by Kyousuke's standards.
Or maybe it was just too hard for anyone to do much right now. Somehow, he hadn't thought to factor the illness going around into things. "Some people are too sick to do much, but it isn't natural like you're imagining." He paused for a moment. This part... he wasn't sure he wanted to talk about at all. But he supposed anyone stuck here had the right to know. "... Supposedly, the people sick here are going to turn into monsters."
If there was anything here that scared him, it was that. Just the idea of someone turning and attacking... or getting attacked themselves because of it. The idea of being out into that situation with innocent people was worse than anything else.
But the last question caught him off-guard, and he had to jerk his head up in surprise. Was that this guy's first thought in all of this? "... I'm fine," he said strangely. There were a lot better things to be concerned about.
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"I don't know," he admitted. "But whatever it is, there's no justifying it."
He listened to the rest quietly, with building tension and frustration. The questions themselves were fair enough, but they brought on a certain sense uselessness, and anger, both at himself, and the people around him. He made a glance around, at the little groups forming around the courtyard. Why weren't they banding together more? He clenched his fists, but he tried to force the thought down and relax more. ... He didn't have the right to make judgments quite yet. He hadn't seen much, so maybe he was missing something. And part of it was his own fault; he never had been very good with strangers.
"Most people go out at night," he answered, keeping his thoughts to himself. "If you want to do something, that's probably your best bet." It was something, at least. Maybe there was something more concentrated then, but he wouldn't know. The guy he'd been running around with the first night hadn't seemed particularly competent by Kyousuke's standards.
Or maybe it was just too hard for anyone to do much right now. Somehow, he hadn't thought to factor the illness going around into things. "Some people are too sick to do much, but it isn't natural like you're imagining." He paused for a moment. This part... he wasn't sure he wanted to talk about at all. But he supposed anyone stuck here had the right to know. "... Supposedly, the people sick here are going to turn into monsters."
If there was anything here that scared him, it was that. Just the idea of someone turning and attacking... or getting attacked themselves because of it. The idea of being out into that situation with innocent people was worse than anything else.
But the last question caught him off-guard, and he had to jerk his head up in surprise. Was that this guy's first thought in all of this? "... I'm fine," he said strangely. There were a lot better things to be concerned about.