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"I see."

Maruki’s gaze sharpened behind his glasses as he adjusted them on his nose, making clear note of how this Yoshizawa-san was processing death. In some ways...doesn't Hamuko look just as bright, cheery and similar to Kasumi Yoshizawa. Given their red hair to their nature. If that Yoshizawa-san had recovered from his treatment and picked herself up back again or by some instance, rejected it then somehow managed to pick herself back up again.

"Seems like she has a lot on her plate," he offers with a small smile. "I am happy for her. I hope she gets the closure she can get despite her unfortunate circumstances." As if.

He's worried about a relapse...its very much possible in their current case despite what others might be saying. To cope with that survivor's guilt- damn it all. Maybe he should have altered the order of those events entirely- however that would have still went against her wishes, wouldn't it?

She wished to be Kasumi Yoshizawa- what could be the harm in that? Other than the world simply not giving her a choice in the matter.

"I don't want to be too privy into your personal matters but if you ever need relationship advice- well as a counsellor in Shujin Academy, I could help you out there."

"No counseling! I'm not looking for a closed off professional dynamic! Buuuut I wouldn't mind a friend to come to for advice - as long as he's comfortable doing the same with me," Hamuko offered with a slightly mischievous grin, offering an extended pinkie for a pinkie promise.

"You can talk to me about friends and crushes and missing people you like too. I'll listen. It'll all be between us - I'm not a nark. Deal?"

"Wha-?" He's completed caught off guard by the clear dismissal. What's so wrong with counselling now? He has tried to improve over the past month, despite what the others think and while he's given up trying to help someone traditionally- Hamuko was an exception.

He stares at the pinkie like a cat pointedly following the end of a thread.
What...is she doing? Why can't he get a read on her? Why does she do things that leave him desperately attempting to grasp at things that do make sense. He's doing fine. He hasn't caught up with friends at all and for good reason- his goal can't be biased. Even to himself.

"I am afraid I am a bit of a loner in those regards, Hamuko-san," he chuckles as he brings his arm forward- pinkie out and about. "But if nothing else, I will keep you updated on my endless supply of snacks-! I won't disappoint you there."

She pinched his pinkie between her forefinger and thumb, 'capturing' it whilst tutting. "Come on, no cheating! I know you've made friends with Ichinose-san, and I hope you and Wolf-pop are on track to make up. And we already work together to look out for Morning!"

She'll offer her pinkie again, with her terms restated.

"We're in this together."

"Ow..." He practically whined like a puppy getting kicked, eyebrows sinking in tandem as he rubbed his pinkie. The small remnants of green had nearlu faded out, except for this distant greying at the side.

"...I don’t think I am going to make up with Zenkichi-san any time soon," he sighed. "Morning is-"

He lowers his hand, unsure what Hamuko really wanted out of him. He is being honest here and he knows better than to force camaraderie with others here.

"...are you going to pinch my finger again?"

"I promise you can gush about or complain about trying to make friends. No dodging with 'I'm a loner' talk! Equal footing, right? Fair's fair?"

She giggled a bit, wiggling her pinky.

"I don't mind counselors, but I want to be your friend. I want to be there for you as one."

It's strange enough as is that Maruki has to take into account that most of the inhabitants here are either teenagers or young children. There's no compliance or an ordeal of friendship for someone like him who was soon going to push to his 40s.

"That's incredibly kind of you, Hamuko-san," he answers honestly with a small smile. It's just...associating with him can cause others to be alienated from her. Like the way they have treated Yoshizawa-san or others who may have had a positive view of him. He holds his hand up, gazing forward with an expectant look. "Does this mean you will be honest as well? Because...I have questions about you. I have questions about your life here- if we are really going to shake on this I truly would like to get to know you more."

"Exactly! Fair's fair," she repeated, content with the exchange and understanding. Getting Maruki not to be so distant... it's fine if it costs her opening up about some things. She can trust it won't hurt the people she's hiding that pain from.

Age doesn't seem to register with her much - she'd befriended Tanaka, Mutatsu, Bunkichi, Mitsuko... she'd opened up a little to them and them to her in turn.

"We both need a friend we can talk to about this stuff."

"Do we?" Maruki can't help but question somberly at the mention of we. He remembers how it was like when he used to include others like his friends back in college or when Rumi used to pull him into activities. She was the igniter, he was the wood- parallely growing and expanding along to her whims. He liked that a lot but he had never been the one to initiate.

And for Hamuko to just..."You remind me of my friend- Shibusawa. He's much more of an extrovert than I was and well- you are out here, picking friends up. Picking me up like I am some stray," he chuckles as he scratches the side of his cheek. This side of him feels less...pushy. Less out of place. It's somber and quiet like the gentle sigh of a breeze. "...it's a refreshing change."

"...oh, right! The pinky, pfft," he waves his hand and finally finally reconnects with Hamuko- one pinky looped with the other. "You are welcome to share whatever troubles you and...I will communicate my grievances. To the best of what I can share. Pinkie promise?"

Pinky promised!!! Hamuko gives it a shake, happy as a clam. And Maruki was already talking about other friends he's had... exactly right.

"Some people are more comfortable going along with someone decisive! Nothing wrong with that. And so what if you're like a stray? Me too - we'll be the neighborhood wild dogs!"

So bright and full of innocence she was-! It livened him up a little, infectious as he grinned at her while she shook on their silly little shake.

"Interesting! I think I may have the perfect face to pull it off-"

And then he scrunches his face in concentration, eyebrows pulled down.

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"My impression. "

"Wha-- pffhahah!! A surly stray spaniel!!" What with Maruki's fluffy curly hair and compellingly sad puppy dog eyes...!

After enjoying some more friendly chatter, gossip and snagging a few sweets at the sweet shop one floor down, Hamuko led Maruki through town. They passed the dorms and, the bad history between Maruki and Yoshizawas not connecting in her mind, reminded him that that's where she's staying so he can come look for her there if need be. None the wiser.

The walk to the shrine from there is a pleasant one otherwise, the warm evening accompanied by a breeze from the sea. And eventually, the entrance of the shrine was just ahead - a small, cozy little one with a children's playground and a massive, ancient tree the only company for the old temple.

"Here we are. Funny enough, this is where I met my last Hanged Man arcana," Hamuko chuckled a little, climbing the steps and stopping by the boxes first to fish out what little change she'd accrued and offering a little prayer.

Thank you for sharing this place with me.

After a moment she then led him to where the benches were, just by the jungle gym, and sat under the leafy branches of the tree whispering from the wind.

The conversation had lightened up in a way he hadn’t expected. To go out for no reason aside from simply spending time, no reason to owe someone or speak to them about the prospects of his research...it felt a bit unnerving honestly. How easily he just walked around her, visited shops- weaved through sweets that would otherwise cause him to go on a non-voluntary diet for a whole week. From the gossip, idle chapter to even the subtle silence cracking from the ting clink of coins clattering against the coin booth's floor.

Takuto had joined her side too, depositing some of his change in since it's not like he's running out of it anytime soon. Her mentioning the hanged man arcana wasn't lost on him yet but he hadn't gone into full detail about it yet. Stayed quiet while he allowed her to reminscence since it was obvious she needed it too- given her usual disposition.

That said...

"Ah...brain-freeze," he chuckled weakly as he stopped his pacing around the park to finally settle next to Hamuko- clutching to his forehead. He ended up practically inhaling the whole ice cream stick in one go when they were preparing to pray at the shrine. He leans forward, one elbow resting on his knee as he rubbed his forehead before putting that hand down as well. "Note to self, don't eat a full ice cream in one go."

"That said," he started as he crossed one leg over the other and looked ahead. "Have to say- this place feels...how do you say it? Nostalgic? It's so cozy here, I could probably doze off on this bench."

"It's so peaceful... I've totally dozed off on this very bench a few times when out walking Koromaru at night. It was nice to know he'd always make sure we got home before it got too late - and keep the animals around here from sneaking into my bag, too," she reminisced fondly, nibbling on her daifuku as she leaned back against the wooden slats.

"It's so cozy here we even showed up when it was freezing cold and snowy. Aaah, and celebrating New Year's here too - we all dressed up in kimono and came to pray and eat food at the stalls. ...That was a great time... all of us decided that we were going to plan ahead for our future. That we were going to keep fighting like we would win and get to live."

Maruki chuckled lightly at Hamuko reiterating his words. Cozy sure was the only way you could describe this place. The blazing sun. The perpetual shade coming from the trees or the breeze that whistled casually.

"A dog is man's best friend, after all," he nods at how she talks about Koromaru, devolving to talking about herself and then...her life. For how short it was and how they made it all count.

Or so they told themselves.

"I am happy you had a group like that who supported each other even in times of peril. Even if...the situation felt hopeless."

"What were all of you planning? For the future?" he asks thoughtfully.

"We were looking at colleges... Yukari wanted to make up with her mom, Junpei was figuring out what he might be good at and was wanting a future with Chidori... some of us didn't have an idea just yet what we wanted, but we wanted to keep living."

She exhaled a bit, staring off into the horizon in thought.

"I told Mitsuru that I wanted to be her cute little housewife, watch the guys, keep them out of trouble. I never said it out loud, but I thought, maybe someday I'd adopt some kids - people like me, or like Ken. Give them a loving home. Make the world better by making their world better. Every person I could help, even if just a little bit, even if just by listening to them... maybe by making their lives better, they would do the same for others, and it'd always pay forward. That's what made me realize that it all wasn't just pointless. That we're all connected and always will be..."

After a breath, she laughed a little, sheepishly.

"Sorry-- my thoughts kind of bounce back and forth a lot, so that'll probably happen the more I ramble."

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So endearing. So full of hopes and dreams. His expression only grew more sombre as she talked about her partners, wanting to look after her own friends. Adopt a child in need- giving them a home and wanting to make the world a better place. To help someone by picking them up, supporting them through the harsh cruel reality of their lives- her heart must be glowing gold with the goodness inside of it. He's sure if he tapped into her cognition right now, he could possibly find the shining light this saviour must have had in her last moments before sacrificing herself...

...for humanity to be left to its own devices.

He folded his arms on his lap as Hamuko went on and along, a quiet he hadn't gotte used to. In a while. There was a soft smile at the end surfacing on his lips.

"This is going to sound a little silly," he starts as he chuckles along with her. "But try to say thank you instead of sorry."

"Do ramble. Talk to your heart's content. Don't apologize for it," he turns towards on her on his seat, knees aimed at her direction. "Atleast not to me."

"Yeah... and... cut in, if you have a thought or want to talk about something, too - I get a little self-conscious if I just talk on and on," she admitted.

Well... 'admitted' - it was a half truth if anything. She DID always feel a little sheepish if she got wordy and just got stared at, but she also wanted to hear from Maruki. At least both things could be true.

"That said, it's... it's been nice. Sad, that I can't be a part of it otherwise, but really reassuring and validating to see people still living after I died. So I know it was worth it. Everyone I've met here that's from my future... or a future like my future, at least... they're brilliant, and full of ambition and hopes and everything. Facing their pain and holding each other's hands. I think I would be... a lot more depressed, if my future didn't protect everyone."

"I like to listen," he admits. "Seriously- I am known to focus a little too much on what someone's saying. It's why I picked up counselling as a profession- ah, not that my job is relevant to what we are talking about right now."

He waves his hand in dismissal- sweeping that topic under the rug.

"...is your future really just all that?" He asks, cautiously, eyes crinkling in worry. "It's admirable of you, to take on the weight of helping everyone secure their futures but what comes after that?"

"Does it not hurt? Does it not frustrate you?"

"It does hurt, I don't think I feel frustrated, exactly?"

For a moment, she paused, humming in thought. Mulling it over, examining her feelings and the little tangled knot they made.

"It's more like... like the sadness of a funeral. I guess that's what it literally is, though - my own death, my own funeral. And even then, the hurt softens, sometimes. It's a lot easier to deal with here... in the Seal, it's..."

...Hard to describe. Beyond the clawing and wailing of Erebus, and the quiet presence of Nyx behind her, and that faint familiar presence of death, reminding her why she's there in the first place.

"Admittedly, I don't exactly think very much when I'm in the Seal. It's very... dreamlike. Hazy, like when you're sort of sedated, and you can't really perceive much of anything?" Hamuko shrugged. "I... I was really, really scared when I woke up in the Velvet Room, though. I was so scared that me being here broke the Seal and all my friends would die. And then, oh man, when Igor explained that it was still intact and I was just here to dream and be for a while... well, I wanted to cry from being happy, then."

If Hamuko was trying to reassure or put his mind at ease, it had its opposite effect. His brows furrowed at the way she simply...accepted her cruel painful fate. Did it truly not phase her.

"No one should be going through what you did," he couldn't help but mutter those words like he was still attending her unspoken funeral. Each second he looked a little more distressed than the last and at the end when she's free- that's what she's thinking? Seriously?

All those years...decades of loneliness. Of quiet. Of sleeping away the countless nights of how humanity has never learnt its lesson. People seek for their pain. The people here, specially, aside from a few are all miserable and alone and scattered with rumors or ghosts of their pasts following them around. There's people who are all too critical, all too rude and mean and murderous- those especially who have been through so much pain and suffering-!

He shook his head, closing his eyes before he ended up bursting.

"If I didn't step up, Maruki, no one would have survived," Hamuko replied softly. "Everyone would be Lost... and then everyone would have died slowly and painfully. My life for everyone else - it hurts to have died, but I want everyone to have a chance to live."

Giving him a glance, seeing his face... mostly composed, mostly listening, but there was a weight in his silence and the way his throat swallowed back words and thoughts. The way he shook his head to banish his reaction.

"Is it strange that I don't feel any regret or doubt about it, even if I'm sad?"

~~Does it even matter? If people died without caring?~~

"...I think its quite natural. People have to make a lot of hard choices in their life, myself included. Some never pick themselves back up, some never get the support they should get," he heaves a deep breath and straightens his back, trying to get himself together. "And there are people like you. Or me. Coping with circumstances beyond our control. Or the others here who have to live with the pain and some who are only living on borrowed time before they are sent back to their real worlds and forced to suffer again."

"Or in your case...pass away again."

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