[Manabu crosses his arms and listens, his expression stony and, at several points, pained to hear what is said. human suffering is not unknown on the Galaxy Railways, and some people have endured some heinous things -- some coming to very tragic ends.
the volume of tragedy doesn't overtake the impact in Manabu's heart; he's sometimes too tender, too moved to react to things that are so outright wrong when laid out before him. of course, there's not much he can do in this case, as these things...are built up from the past.
also: seventy years? James gets a confused head-tilt at that one for a beat. sure, he doesn't look as spry as his punches are, but he sure as hell doesn't look like any seventy-year old he's ever met that wasn't entirely mechanical!
he sits in contemplative silence for a few beats after the conclusion, idly tapping a couple fingers on his arm while he ruminates. what do you even say to all of that? what would he even want to hear, were it him? can he even imagine it?]
...That is a lot. [as he figured, but...not entirely figured. obviously. whew.] Jeez, James. What a mess.
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the volume of tragedy doesn't overtake the impact in Manabu's heart; he's sometimes too tender, too moved to react to things that are so outright wrong when laid out before him. of course, there's not much he can do in this case, as these things...are built up from the past.
also: seventy years? James gets a confused head-tilt at that one for a beat. sure, he doesn't look as spry as his punches are, but he sure as hell doesn't look like any seventy-year old he's ever met that wasn't entirely mechanical!
he sits in contemplative silence for a few beats after the conclusion, idly tapping a couple fingers on his arm while he ruminates. what do you even say to all of that? what would he even want to hear, were it him? can he even imagine it?]
...That is a lot. [as he figured, but...not entirely figured. obviously. whew.] Jeez, James. What a mess.