Maybe it's them putting these little nuggets of what you could have been in your brain. How dull, wouldn't it be?

(he also believes it to be bullshit, to be honest. unlike claude, he'd say it out loud if so prompted, but here, at least, there's an understanding that they see the same. so, instead of talking, he listens, a quiet laugh leaving through his teeth at the idea of claude being older than himself. manjiro is sure that, if this is his first life, he'll live a thousand others to make up for the carnage and doom he's leaving behind.

would a future him have any reaction upon seeing him? would manjiro feel anything then? who knows. not his place to be asking. instead, he stretches a little, only to steal a look from the sugar bomb again. he's so happy, a little sparkle in his eyes when he takes the glass into his hands.)

You are spoiling me too much.