[Mitarai throws out an arm like he's going to reach out and grab Waver to keep him from walking away. But that was only possible when he was carefully leaning against the computer lab door, and it's not like he actually looks forward at all to interacting with Waver ever again. As much as getting forgiven appeals to him, in this case especially Mitarai had not dared to seriously hope. Waver keeps taking those footsteps and Mitarai twitches his upraised arm as if considering waving goodbye, a completely pointless attempt at social nicety. Then Waver is out of the room and Mitarai is just standing there, staring down at his empty outstretched hand.]
It's not unrealistic...
[This petty complaint to himself is the first thing that comes out of his mouth and only builds in intensity.]
You're a mage partnered with a heroic spirit! Our personalities have been completely restored into this computer program! Psychosomatic stimuli have plagued us this whole time!
[Mitarai jerks his head over to Yoosung.]
You can think I shouldn't use my talent, as much as you want! You'd be right; I was making a huge mistake! But you at least believe that I can, don't you? I, I... show you...
[There's a lot of pain that goes into this query and wracks his voice. Ever since Yoosung died, Mitarai has been shut in a reality backwards from his entire past experience - here fatalism about murder is cynical, and the desire for hope he can hold onto is selfish. Yoosung was the only one who really conveyed to Mitarai an equal level of concern about the suffering of the weak - a greater level of concern, to the point where Mitarai legitimately recognized and regretted being so disparaging of talentless people - and that makes him more receptive to Yoosung's critical evaluation of his methods now.]
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It's not unrealistic...
[This petty complaint to himself is the first thing that comes out of his mouth and only builds in intensity.]
You're a mage partnered with a heroic spirit! Our personalities have been completely restored into this computer program! Psychosomatic stimuli have plagued us this whole time!
[Mitarai jerks his head over to Yoosung.]
You can think I shouldn't use my talent, as much as you want! You'd be right; I was making a huge mistake! But you at least believe that I can, don't you? I, I... show you...
[There's a lot of pain that goes into this query and wracks his voice. Ever since Yoosung died, Mitarai has been shut in a reality backwards from his entire past experience - here fatalism about murder is cynical, and the desire for hope he can hold onto is selfish. Yoosung was the only one who really conveyed to Mitarai an equal level of concern about the suffering of the weak - a greater level of concern, to the point where Mitarai legitimately recognized and regretted being so disparaging of talentless people - and that makes him more receptive to Yoosung's critical evaluation of his methods now.]