[ Tohko... you're absolutely maddening, and this is coming from the mad goddamn hatter. Still, he is patient. He will find a way. He... he cannot ask her for help or view her as a friend, can she not see that? Can she not see how dangerous that is?
Fine. He will spell it out for her. He dislikes spelling things out for people, being like this--but this brat... he needs help. And Tohko gets around. She's his best option right now. Stupid, unruly Library Brat. So much like Oz. So very annoying. ... There's a look, and for a very brief moment, something odd crosses his expression, but it's gone as quickly as it ever was. There is nothing left of him, he is simply an old man made from the sad ashes of another, one who has a simple goal, whose paper body is slowly falling apart in the rain. ]
Miss Amano. Humor me a moment. If I asked you as a "so-called" friend... this would lose all meaning. Consider this: I am taken in by someone who desires to use those I know for whatever reason. Perhaps by the administration. Perhaps they want information. Perhaps I have it, perhaps I do not. The first thing one would do is find anyone with a connection to me. If it is simply an agreement, both of us can say we do not care, and that is one less way in which you come to harm--cut the bond the moment it threatens to be too heavy a burden to bear, and both are spared.
[ ... As for that eye of his... ]
You see... that kind of thinking, that kind of naivete, that is how I lost this eye. One must learn from their mistakes, Miss Amano. And you are not learning from yours.
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Fine. He will spell it out for her. He dislikes spelling things out for people, being like this--but this brat... he needs help. And Tohko gets around. She's his best option right now. Stupid, unruly Library Brat. So much like Oz. So very annoying. ... There's a look, and for a very brief moment, something odd crosses his expression, but it's gone as quickly as it ever was. There is nothing left of him, he is simply an old man made from the sad ashes of another, one who has a simple goal, whose paper body is slowly falling apart in the rain. ]
Miss Amano. Humor me a moment. If I asked you as a "so-called" friend... this would lose all meaning. Consider this: I am taken in by someone who desires to use those I know for whatever reason. Perhaps by the administration. Perhaps they want information. Perhaps I have it, perhaps I do not. The first thing one would do is find anyone with a connection to me. If it is simply an agreement, both of us can say we do not care, and that is one less way in which you come to harm--cut the bond the moment it threatens to be too heavy a burden to bear, and both are spared.
[ ... As for that eye of his... ]
You see... that kind of thinking, that kind of naivete, that is how I lost this eye. One must learn from their mistakes, Miss Amano. And you are not learning from yours.