[ Rosho's never been able to understand how Sasara does it, how he's able to keep up that cheerful, optimistic demeanor all the time. How could he make it through their break-up and still be the way he is now? How could he make it through his parent's divorce and yet be how he is? That bright sun that gives light to everything around him. How does he do it?
It hasn't been until recently that he discovered the answer. It isn't that it's just that easy for him. It's because he pushes himself so, so hard.
What that does to a person is painful beyond words.
When you put something under pressure, it breaks. Everything is like that.
People too.
Rosho stands abruptly from his seat, the chair nearly falling over behind him from how quickly he rises to his feet. He can't believe it, what he's hearing, what he's watching right before him, the way Sasara breaks. The truth of whats been happening, and what its been doing to him. He thought that the secrets would hurt him, he thought he'd feel betrayed, he thought he'd be angry. But he's not any of those things.
He just feels terrible for Sasara, because again, he couldn't do anything to stop this. Someone hurt him the way he shouldn't ever be hurt. And Rosho never knew, and he kept it all to himself, and he... he didn't know. ]
Sasara.
[ Obviously, he can't believe it. His mind is reeling. He wants to say its a joke. Rei. This simple scam artist, this old man whos been with them all this time, this person they allowed to be a part of their team. Rei, who he's allowed into his home, who drinks all his beer, who encourages Sasara with all his stupid jokes, who stays over at late hours like he lives in his place... that person who confided in him that one night, something so personal, something that meant so much to Rosho. All this time, Rei was working with Chuuoku. And Rei was the one that created the mics. How? Why?
Why? Why is this happening? Why would he do this?
Why us? Why is he with us?
Rosho rounds the table to get to Sasara's side, grabs him by the shoulder firmly. ]
Sasara. Sasara. I—
[ He doesn't know what to do. But he needs to try. ]
It's not your fault. It's not. Ya hear me? Nothing ya did was wrong.
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It hasn't been until recently that he discovered the answer. It isn't that it's just that easy for him. It's because he pushes himself so, so hard.
What that does to a person is painful beyond words.
When you put something under pressure, it breaks. Everything is like that.
People too.
Rosho stands abruptly from his seat, the chair nearly falling over behind him from how quickly he rises to his feet. He can't believe it, what he's hearing, what he's watching right before him, the way Sasara breaks. The truth of whats been happening, and what its been doing to him. He thought that the secrets would hurt him, he thought he'd feel betrayed, he thought he'd be angry. But he's not any of those things.
He just feels terrible for Sasara, because again, he couldn't do anything to stop this. Someone hurt him the way he shouldn't ever be hurt. And Rosho never knew, and he kept it all to himself, and he... he didn't know. ]
Sasara.
[ Obviously, he can't believe it. His mind is reeling. He wants to say its a joke. Rei. This simple scam artist, this old man whos been with them all this time, this person they allowed to be a part of their team. Rei, who he's allowed into his home, who drinks all his beer, who encourages Sasara with all his stupid jokes, who stays over at late hours like he lives in his place... that person who confided in him that one night, something so personal, something that meant so much to Rosho. All this time, Rei was working with Chuuoku. And Rei was the one that created the mics. How? Why?
Why? Why is this happening? Why would he do this?
Why us? Why is he with us?
Rosho rounds the table to get to Sasara's side, grabs him by the shoulder firmly. ]
Sasara. Sasara. I—
[ He doesn't know what to do. But he needs to try. ]
It's not your fault. It's not. Ya hear me? Nothing ya did was wrong.