[Shinji sitting down like that puts him a lot closer to eye level.
That's uncomfortable.
So Ken lets his own head drop, gaze on the ground. The hand that's still got his spear is clinging to it in a death grip - mostly so it doesn't start shaking, like his other hand just won't stop doing.]
...no.
[Of course he didn't think about that. He was angry. He was upset. He was planning to be just as dead as Shinji by the time the night was over, so he wouldn't have to think about what came after that. About being alone.
About whether there were still people who would've cared after all, about what he might be doing to them.
They weren't Mom. They wouldn't miss him that much, would they?]
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That's uncomfortable.
So Ken lets his own head drop, gaze on the ground. The hand that's still got his spear is clinging to it in a death grip - mostly so it doesn't start shaking, like his other hand just won't stop doing.]
...no.
[Of course he didn't think about that. He was angry. He was upset. He was planning to be just as dead as Shinji by the time the night was over, so he wouldn't have to think about what came after that. About being alone.
About whether there were still people who would've cared after all, about what he might be doing to them.
They weren't Mom. They wouldn't miss him that much, would they?]