[Mggghhhh. How does he get across what he wants to say? Even he knows this is a dangerous line of thought to be going down, and he's the one who would much rather be Rean Schwarzer of Class VII than the Rean Schwarzer who's sitting here right now.]
I... no. That's not what I'm trying to say, Raina. I just said it, didn't I? That no matter what the app changes, it can't change what we've been through up until now.
The app— whether we want it or not, it's a part of our lives, now. But we're always going to be ourselves no matter what it throws at us.
[He runs a hand through his own bangs, sighing in frustration both at himself and at this entire situation.]
Let me put it this way. Let's say everything you just said is true... even if it is, you still cared enough about me to come out here. To cry when you thought I might hate you.
You still care, don't you? In the end, isn't that what matters? I can't believe that it's something that will never be changed no matter what, but even if you are right, even if there's always going to be a wall between you and the world that you can't ever let down... you've always been trying to push past it, haven't you?
You can't tell me at least some of that wasn't real. What reason would you have to worry if everything about how you've felt has been fake?
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[Mggghhhh. How does he get across what he wants to say? Even he knows this is a dangerous line of thought to be going down, and he's the one who would much rather be Rean Schwarzer of Class VII than the Rean Schwarzer who's sitting here right now.]
I... no. That's not what I'm trying to say, Raina. I just said it, didn't I? That no matter what the app changes, it can't change what we've been through up until now.
The app— whether we want it or not, it's a part of our lives, now. But we're always going to be ourselves no matter what it throws at us.
[He runs a hand through his own bangs, sighing in frustration both at himself and at this entire situation.]
Let me put it this way. Let's say everything you just said is true... even if it is, you still cared enough about me to come out here. To cry when you thought I might hate you.
You still care, don't you? In the end, isn't that what matters? I can't believe that it's something that will never be changed no matter what, but even if you are right, even if there's always going to be a wall between you and the world that you can't ever let down... you've always been trying to push past it, haven't you?
You can't tell me at least some of that wasn't real. What reason would you have to worry if everything about how you've felt has been fake?