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(via underthesamestar)
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The dull light from the lamp shined within the room. As he looked at Nezumi’s profile with his eyes closed and heard the deeply whistling wind, Shion felt somewhat like he was watching a scene in a play.
Shion was sitting in the audience, engrossed in the dimly lit and quiet play. Feelings of satisfaction, comfort, melancholy, and something close to fear yet couldn’t be given a name were mixed and intertwined together, filling his heart.
If only this moment could last an eternity.
If only time could stop. If only everything here could become my entire world.
He suddenly wished that from the bottom of his heart.(Source: underthesamestar)
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This part was skipped in episode 4. After seeing a rat in her bakery, Sion’s mother Karan reflects on how her son used to mention Nezumi in the past.
Novel: Volume 2, Chapter 4
Sion’s mom could not help but notice that after an incident with sheltering a VC, Sion would drink his cocoa, or stare at the sunset, looking as if he was trying to remember something, and whispered “Nezumi, Nezumi, Nezumi…”
She never accused him of sheltering a VC. Karan believed her son had his own reasons to do that.
But one day, she asked:
- Who is Nezumi?
- What?
- Nezumi is a person’s name, isn’t it?
Karan was sure it was a real person, because the way her son wispered this name seemed soft, nostalgic and sad. He wouldn’t feel this way about a pet mouse.
- Did you lose your love?
- No! Mom, how can you say that?
- Because this is how it looks to me.
- Thats not true, no way!
Having lost his usual composture, Sion became nervious, blushed and even dropped his spoon on the floor.
(Part translated by diary.ru user ~Отражение Неба~)(Source: tomonata)
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“What you want is information,” he said icily. “My birth date, my development history, my height, weight, index of my intelligence, DNA data. You just want information that you can convert into numbers. That’s the only way you ever try to understand other humans. That’s why you can’t understand the living people that are standing right in front of you.”
Sion stood up as well. He clenched his fist harder.
“You’re big on sarcasm, and love to make fun of people. You don’t like fish, and you’re a restless sleeper.”
There was a moment of silence.
“―Huh?”
Sion continued.
“You have an enormous amount of knowledge, and a wide range of it too― but none of it is systematic. Sometimes you’re fickle and over-sensitive, but other times you’re lazy and careless about the details. You adore piping-hot soup, and you get really grumpy when it doesn’t have the right amount of salt. And last night, you kicked me three times in your sleep.”
“Hey Sion, wait a minute―”
“Since coming here, this is what I’ve learned about you. They’re not numbers. I would never substitute you for numbers. That’s not what I want to do.”
(Source: hiroisekai)
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Karan: "So what's this Nezumi? Who is he?"
Sion: "Huh?"
Karan: "It's someone's name, isn't it?" She had thought so because of the tender way her son said the word. Nostalgically, lovingly, at times strained― it even carried a tone of longing. He would definitely not use that tone of voice to call a regular mouse or rat.
Karan: "Did you get your heart broken by that person?"
Sion: "Never. What're you saying, Mom?"
Karan: "Well, it sounded like that."
Sion: "No, it's not like that. You've got it all wrong."
It was then that Sion would become unusually agitated, blush crimson, and do things like drop his spoon. Yes, she remembered it now. Nezumi...
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“Local anaesthesia. Alright, here goes.”
“Wait, wait a minuted. You’re gonna freeze it, and then what?”
“Sew it.”
Supposedly I had said this with such a grin that I looked like I couldn’t have been enjoying myself more. It was something I found out much later on.”
— Sion and Nezumi, No.6 Volume 1, Chapter 1 (via theidealcityno6)