"Coffee," he answers, leaning back on both hands and deciding to give himself a few moments to try to collect himself, as if he didn't have the entire trip up the hill to do so.
But now that he's actually in the room with Seishin again, suddenly the nihilist monk's thinking seems to make more sense, to be as familiar as the room, as the man himself. Of course Kyouko's dead, dissected body was a shock. Even if the man was often near corpses, he wasn't an undertaker, it never handled them. It was Ozaki Toshio who was touching still warm bodies, stripping them down at times, calculating just how long ago life had left, facing the nature of their demise as much as the result. Seishin, he thought, dealt in ideas. The first dead body he had to really contend with as more than a concept was Kyouko's, to him a Shiki rather than the human Kyouko.
He's no better than me, in that.
The two he had found in Yamairi had spooked him before there was anything as grave and pressing as their current situation. So when he thought of taking action, of kill or be killed, he thought of the 'tragedy' of dead Shiki, not the tragedy of dead humans that made the Shiki. And it's all very annoying and a part of him wants to lay into him all over again, but more to the point, a real, living, human victim sure to become a tangible human corpse had set themselves before him.
That is what it takes, isn't it? People need to be given no choice before they face this reality. Not taking a side is close enough to murder at this rate.
"You remember to feed the kid, too?" he finally asks. "She won't be in a state to think to ask for something."
No, Coffee.
But now that he's actually in the room with Seishin again, suddenly the nihilist monk's thinking seems to make more sense, to be as familiar as the room, as the man himself. Of course Kyouko's dead, dissected body was a shock. Even if the man was often near corpses, he wasn't an undertaker, it never handled them. It was Ozaki Toshio who was touching still warm bodies, stripping them down at times, calculating just how long ago life had left, facing the nature of their demise as much as the result. Seishin, he thought, dealt in ideas. The first dead body he had to really contend with as more than a concept was Kyouko's, to him a Shiki rather than the human Kyouko.
He's no better than me, in that.
The two he had found in Yamairi had spooked him before there was anything as grave and pressing as their current situation. So when he thought of taking action, of kill or be killed, he thought of the 'tragedy' of dead Shiki, not the tragedy of dead humans that made the Shiki. And it's all very annoying and a part of him wants to lay into him all over again, but more to the point, a real, living, human victim sure to become a tangible human corpse had set themselves before him.
That is what it takes, isn't it? People need to be given no choice before they face this reality. Not taking a side is close enough to murder at this rate.
"You remember to feed the kid, too?" he finally asks. "She won't be in a state to think to ask for something."