[Asch gives himself a moment or so to let those words sink in. A part of him wants to argue, complain about how Ginji couldn't possibly understand, how he hasn't been through what Asch has, how he has too much to be giving Asch such a lecture.
But Ginji's lost people too- just like him, just like Arietta. They've gathered together in a surreal little family of mismatched outcasts, and Ginji's with them, even though he's certain that the replica's friends would welcome him far more easily than he or Arietta. He's chosen this, accepted Asch's awkward and halfhearted invitation and stayed. For that, Asch owes him something. What, he's not sure, but it sure as hell isn't grief.]
...I know.
[He does know. He doesn't know what else to say, though, so he leaves it alone, stepping away from the house to approach until his hands hit the bark of the tree, and he turns slowly to lean against it. It's nice. Sturdy. Van picked a nice place to live, even if he's never really appreciated it.]
What kind of birds have been coming here? I can never tell by the sounds.
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But Ginji's lost people too- just like him, just like Arietta. They've gathered together in a surreal little family of mismatched outcasts, and Ginji's with them, even though he's certain that the replica's friends would welcome him far more easily than he or Arietta. He's chosen this, accepted Asch's awkward and halfhearted invitation and stayed. For that, Asch owes him something. What, he's not sure, but it sure as hell isn't grief.]
...I know.
[He does know. He doesn't know what else to say, though, so he leaves it alone, stepping away from the house to approach until his hands hit the bark of the tree, and he turns slowly to lean against it. It's nice. Sturdy. Van picked a nice place to live, even if he's never really appreciated it.]
What kind of birds have been coming here? I can never tell by the sounds.