[Mitarai is biased. He sees Vivienne building a dollhouse to precise specifications, entirely like his delusions of artificial peace on a universal scale. But he also was already specifically focused, more than Yoosung at this particular time, on the assets that happen to be hardest to delegate to a computer, that can't be completely rendered without a reference from life: the people. The simulation has shown him sights and sensations he knows he went all his life never feeling. The warm arms tightening around his back, that crooked smile. Without the server, its dataset limited yet large, fundamentally the same as the world outside of anime, he'd never come to this moment...
...and he wouldn't be here without Yoosung, either. The continuity is more salient than ever as they consider their respective talents once again. This time, Mitarai gets to personally witness the reiteration of Rika's desire to make someone's life even a little bit happier, the preservation of his life alongside Mishima, and he feels a specific sentiment about that as his fingertips press down against the plate surrounding the remaining sliver of songpyeon.]
Thank you for showing me your "answer".
[It's an allusion to the big question of "the void". While Mitarai has his arms enclosed around his belongings, Yoosung is wrapped up all alone in the bench. He might even still be suffering from earlier. It's really for the best that Mitarai leaves.]
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...and he wouldn't be here without Yoosung, either. The continuity is more salient than ever as they consider their respective talents once again. This time, Mitarai gets to personally witness the reiteration of Rika's desire to make someone's life even a little bit happier, the preservation of his life alongside Mishima, and he feels a specific sentiment about that as his fingertips press down against the plate surrounding the remaining sliver of songpyeon.]
Thank you for showing me your "answer".
[It's an allusion to the big question of "the void". While Mitarai has his arms enclosed around his belongings, Yoosung is wrapped up all alone in the bench. He might even still be suffering from earlier. It's really for the best that Mitarai leaves.]
Good night, Kim-kun. [He gives a farewell nod.]