[ off we go then!!! he'll get like, a burger with avocado or something like a hipster and a beer that he definitely does not need, and they can grab a booth.
sighing tiredly as he sits down with his food. ]
Man, how is it Wednesday... I don't even know if I want to say "only Wednesday" or "already Wednesday".
[ how does one week go so slow and so fast at the same time ]
Oh. Huh. I guess it's nice that they at least give you a silver lining when you get hit with too many dark clouds, but damn. How many times has that happened?
[ she doesn't think of herself as above being entertainment, and doesn't even think it's wrong to see people that way. she just feels like it kind of sucks to only be entertainment to people who she can't perceive as caring about her as anything else. ]
It's... I don't remember if I've told you this, but I was like—in a timeloop for a long time before I died? [ casual. ] And so I eventually got used to the reset. When everyone forgets you, and every good memory you've made with them, and suddenly you have to pretend not to know all the things you know, because it's only going to make them uncomfortable if you don't.
It's weird being on this side. Not remembering clearly the people who remember me.
It's also annoying, because they all, uh, would really clearly prefer whoever they knew before.
[ the time loop part is new to him, but he just accepts it without any questions. and what she's saying about the experience here... he nods. ]
Yeah. That's a lot like how it is for me too. Rosamund-san and Ichiban apparently thought really highly of the version of me they knew before for... some fucking reason, and it's like—
I don't relate at all to most of the stuff Rosamund-san gets emotional about even though she's clearly expecting me to. And I don't know how the hell Ichiban was ever even friends with me if he doesn't like people who lie and play dirty??
[ takes another sip, frowning. ]
It just sucks knowing you're the shittier version of yourself, and that they're either already disappointed in you or that they will be whenever they actually see you instead of whatever image they have of you in their heads.
I don't think people change. I think that—there are shifts and adjustments within a framework of what a person was always going to be. Different circumstances make different excuses for the same thing.
So either any version of yourself was always going to become as bad as you are now. Or you're capable of becoming better, like what they want you to be.
But you aren't.
[ ... this sounds way meaner than she's trying to be because it's just her projecting her own miserable perspective. so she does think to add: ] That's a—general you. Not you specifically. Me, maybe.