[Whatever her reason for saying it, it sparks something familiar in Yu's mind; some realization he both seeks and refuses at the same time. He knows what this is, after all; he knows how wrong it all is, beneath the sheen of hazy acceptance that lets him not think too long or hard about it. Part of him is so hard-wired to seek the truth, now, that he can't wholly stop thinking about it. No matter how hard he tries.
And yet...]
It's the same for me. Sort of. [... he plays along.
That's an odd way to phrase his response, though -- he's never actually made it that far, when it comes to timing. Something always comes up. And as much as he wonders if this place might be the exception, he still speaks in an apologetic tone. Sorry, senpai. Your stellar tour might be wasted, if he has to transfer later.
In spite of that, he finds himself asking,] ... what do you like about it here?
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And yet...]
It's the same for me. Sort of. [... he plays along.
That's an odd way to phrase his response, though -- he's never actually made it that far, when it comes to timing. Something always comes up. And as much as he wonders if this place might be the exception, he still speaks in an apologetic tone. Sorry, senpai. Your stellar tour might be wasted, if he has to transfer later.
In spite of that, he finds himself asking,] ... what do you like about it here?