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[onerous]

What is it that keeps you living? Why? What makes it worth it to you?

[That’s, uh. That’s it. That’s the message. There’s no follow-up explanation or anything.

She’s just curious and doesn’t seem to see how alarming a question like that out of the blue might be]

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text; un: fetchy

[neoned]

surprisingly deep for this neon hellscape

but, uh, to answer: my brother, he worked damn hard to protect me through a whole lot of rough shit and i ain't one to tarnish all his hard work

[onerous]

Sorry, I suppose it's strange. It's just something I've been thinking about a lot right now, so I wanted to hear other opinions.

That's a nice reason though. I suppose it's something similar to my own. Your brother sounds very strong though, but I'm guessing he's not here in the city with you though?

[neoned]

hey, you do you 😉

nah, he's not with me back home either now ❪ perhaps the nicest way, she thinks, of breaking down that he has passed. ❫ but i got keep the memory going, you know? you're right about one thing though, brent was strong. strongest person i knew and i know a hella lot of strong people

[onerous]

I see. I'm sorry for your loss. I hope his spirit is at rest.

I'm glad you have that goal and all in mind though. I feel like sometimes people look down on it when people say they're living for other people, their memory or even just their praise. But I think I'm a little similar with that.

Hisoka-san saved my life. So it feels like I should keep it going so her efforts weren't in vain.