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The Black Rose duellists forget. The people they take their swords from... don't. The question is, how do you deal with it? And the answer is:
You don't. Nobody ever deals with anything at Ohtori.
it's a beautiful world / everyone's insane / either you swim / either you fadeUnlike the rest of the Student Council, Saionji has no one to talk to about it. Saionji has no one to talk to at all, for a long time after. And he likes it that way. When you talk to people, you get to know them, you get to care--
--and then your heart is under their hand.
It fades; which is to say, it doesn't, but he learns to believe it has. Memory is always elusive here.
it's a revolution time / we're sleepin' at the wheel / apocalypse child /in a nuclear fieldHe's behind in his classes; history and literature he will probably be able to make up. Science and math he's probably going to have to repeat. English... he tries not to think about. And he's got the kendo room again, although the team has gotten used to doing without him and he doesn't really care if he ever sees them again.
The crowds of fans are smaller, although they still come around; and they don't get as close, now. There are a lot of rumors about what he did to get expelled, and a lot more about what he did to get back. But no one asks.
we wanna change the world / but not what holds us back / i wanna be for you / and i never have Every one is at arm's--everyone is just beyond arm's length, and that's how he likes it. Life is back to normal, and what that means to him is: Life is good. If it's a little chilly, a little empty--well, it always was, pretty much. He's happy.
Even if sometimes he haunts the kendo room when everyone else is sleeping, ignoring the ache in his chess and trying to forget having his heart torn out---he's happy. Because this is what he wanted. Right?
a trifle
Right.
You don't. Nobody ever deals with anything at Ohtori.
it's a beautiful world / everyone's insane / either you swim / either you fadeUnlike the rest of the Student Council, Saionji has no one to talk to about it. Saionji has no one to talk to at all, for a long time after. And he likes it that way. When you talk to people, you get to know them, you get to care--
--and then your heart is under their hand.
It fades; which is to say, it doesn't, but he learns to believe it has. Memory is always elusive here.
it's a revolution time / we're sleepin' at the wheel / apocalypse child /in a nuclear fieldHe's behind in his classes; history and literature he will probably be able to make up. Science and math he's probably going to have to repeat. English... he tries not to think about. And he's got the kendo room again, although the team has gotten used to doing without him and he doesn't really care if he ever sees them again.
The crowds of fans are smaller, although they still come around; and they don't get as close, now. There are a lot of rumors about what he did to get expelled, and a lot more about what he did to get back. But no one asks.
we wanna change the world / but not what holds us back / i wanna be for you / and i never have Every one is at arm's--everyone is just beyond arm's length, and that's how he likes it. Life is back to normal, and what that means to him is: Life is good. If it's a little chilly, a little empty--well, it always was, pretty much. He's happy.
Even if sometimes he haunts the kendo room when everyone else is sleeping, ignoring the ache in his chess and trying to forget having his heart torn out---he's happy. Because this is what he wanted. Right?
a trifle
Right.