Inevitable
[The past few days have passed without much incidence.
She wasn't sure why she attended the pool party. It was... something he would have encouraged her to do. Yes. That was a suitable reason. But why it was that she wished to do that which he would have wanted... That, she was unsure of. There were no logical reasons as to do so.
It was not to be met with disappointment, anger, sorrow, or any of those other emotions that she had such difficulty understanding. No. This was a routine event. People disappeared from Mayfield on a regular basis. It had happened to him twice already. It had happened to Haruhi Suzumiya much more than twice. It was not anything that ought to inspire any particular reaction aside from calm acceptance. That was the logical course of action. There was nothing that could be done, after all. And, after all, expending energy and thought on a worthless endeavor was not suitable for somebody in her position.
She had been speaking the truth when she spoke to Shana. He was happy at home. He was happy... He had chosen a world where bizarre things happened, where Haruhi Suzumiya subjected him to tortures, where she, Yuki Nagato, was the same Yuki Nagato that he had met and that he had grown to seek companionship from. He had chosen their world. And so...
Yes.
He would be happier.
.............
She would be happier. Knowing he would be happier. That was... logical.
....She did not know why her construct body insisted on signaling its autonomic nervous system to increase her state of negative arousal.]
She reads quietly on the sidewalk outside her house. This is normal. She flips the pages, one after another, taking only a few seconds to finish each one. This is also normal. The dedicated observer may notice, though, something slightly abnormal. The rate at which she flips the pages... it steadily decreases. And by the time she's down to one page every thirty seconds, her eyes don't appear to even be looking at the pages of the book at all. As a matter of fact... they don't appear to be looking at anything.
Slowly, her body, normally kept so stiffly in her default positions of sitting, standing, walking, staring... relaxes. Her head droops down. Her arms cross over her knees. Her back hunches.
After another five minutes of staring through her book, Yuki Nagato releases the softest sigh that has ever been sighed in the history of sighs. The inhalation following is quite long.
She wasn't sure why she attended the pool party. It was... something he would have encouraged her to do. Yes. That was a suitable reason. But why it was that she wished to do that which he would have wanted... That, she was unsure of. There were no logical reasons as to do so.
It was not to be met with disappointment, anger, sorrow, or any of those other emotions that she had such difficulty understanding. No. This was a routine event. People disappeared from Mayfield on a regular basis. It had happened to him twice already. It had happened to Haruhi Suzumiya much more than twice. It was not anything that ought to inspire any particular reaction aside from calm acceptance. That was the logical course of action. There was nothing that could be done, after all. And, after all, expending energy and thought on a worthless endeavor was not suitable for somebody in her position.
She had been speaking the truth when she spoke to Shana. He was happy at home. He was happy... He had chosen a world where bizarre things happened, where Haruhi Suzumiya subjected him to tortures, where she, Yuki Nagato, was the same Yuki Nagato that he had met and that he had grown to seek companionship from. He had chosen their world. And so...
Yes.
He would be happier.
.............
She would be happier. Knowing he would be happier. That was... logical.
....She did not know why her construct body insisted on signaling its autonomic nervous system to increase her state of negative arousal.]
She reads quietly on the sidewalk outside her house. This is normal. She flips the pages, one after another, taking only a few seconds to finish each one. This is also normal. The dedicated observer may notice, though, something slightly abnormal. The rate at which she flips the pages... it steadily decreases. And by the time she's down to one page every thirty seconds, her eyes don't appear to even be looking at the pages of the book at all. As a matter of fact... they don't appear to be looking at anything.
Slowly, her body, normally kept so stiffly in her default positions of sitting, standing, walking, staring... relaxes. Her head droops down. Her arms cross over her knees. Her back hunches.
After another five minutes of staring through her book, Yuki Nagato releases the softest sigh that has ever been sighed in the history of sighs. The inhalation following is quite long.