[ Gil laughs. It's an instinctive response, before he can even truly think about choosing his words for a proper reply. ]
Of course you would be.
[ All his heartfelt confession and this is still a question, huh?
Well, he can't really blame Rau for that. It's the external paradox of his feelings, a raw wound he doesn't like poking at either. The Rau he started adoring is the one who cursed the world and still kept existing in it, the one who hungered for more even if he couldn't imagine 'more' to take any shape other than destruction.
It's that Rau who kept driving Gil forward - further, further, grander, more absolute. A world in which happiness is such an unquestionable and undeniable fact that even Rau Le Creuset would have to admit that life is not pointless.]
You would never have balked at something as simple as theory. You'd have wanted me to produce results before even considering changing your stance. How could I ever imagine you differently?
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Of course you would be.
[ All his heartfelt confession and this is still a question, huh?
Well, he can't really blame Rau for that. It's the external paradox of his feelings, a raw wound he doesn't like poking at either. The Rau he started adoring is the one who cursed the world and still kept existing in it, the one who hungered for more even if he couldn't imagine 'more' to take any shape other than destruction.
It's that Rau who kept driving Gil forward - further, further, grander, more absolute. A world in which happiness is such an unquestionable and undeniable fact that even Rau Le Creuset would have to admit that life is not pointless.]
You would never have balked at something as simple as theory. You'd have wanted me to produce results before even considering changing your stance. How could I ever imagine you differently?