When I first got here, I felt like a shell. I was going through motions, that's all. And then I fought a guy, and for a little bit I felt alive again, because I understood fighting, and it feels good. Even when it hurts it feels good because it's coming from the outside and not the inside.
And then I thought, what if that's the only way I'll ever feel alive again. What if that's all I'm good for, because I couldn't imagine anything else. Nothing else felt like fighting did, but I was sick of it too.
When you looked at me, and you thought there was a fight waiting, all of a sudden you looked alive. Excited. It's like why you said you didn't use Hamon. You wanted a fight. It didn't matter who won, just so long as it happened. Right?
Kakyoin was the first one here of any of us. I came second. When I got here, there were people who'd cared about him, and been his friends. Kept him from being alone.
Honestly I don't really get along with most of them. They piss me off a lot. But I'm glad that they were there for my best friend when I wasn't. I feel like that's what Jiji would want, too.
We don't have to like each other, or be friends, or even agree on a lot of things if that's how it ends up turning out. But you're important. So I'd like to respect that.
[He's starting to see the problem. Both of them have a default he; it's just that they're not the same person. This isn't the answer to the question he was asking, but it's something he thinks he needs to know anyway.]
I used to hate your family, you know. Sometimes I still do. So I might not understand all the way, but a little bit.
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