Happy Life
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- Well... All you need to do is be the only sane person in this whole situation. It's quite... strange, - the president gestured with her hands, and an unusual emotion, a subtle smile that hinted at underlying pain, appeared on her face. - I am nobody. I have never had any grand plans. I expect things to get worse at any moment, and so far, life hasn't disappointed me in that regard. So... right now, while I still have this opportunity, by some fantastic coincidence, I'm trying to do my best to make things a little better for the overall situation. I don't know why - society has never done anything good for me, and I despise it. But perhaps, so that no one else ends up in the same, maximum number of unfair situations. To distract myself and find some peace of mind. So that I can later go to hell without regrets. Ha-ha...
Futaba awkwardly scratched the back of her head and swallowed the bitter lump in her throat, preventing it from growing.
- B-but just one day has already messed with my head. There is a limit to how much common sense can handle, beyond which one cannot act without the knowledge and experience that I lack. In short... all these new tasks are very difficult. If you can help me with them, give me some advice, that would be good...
The president stared at the tabletop, poked at a stain on it, and lowered her head.
- To be honest, I've always disliked you. Not for any objective reasons, but perhaps just as a symbolic representation of the ruling class of our entire rotten, universal system. It was probably unfair, but a person is entitled to their opinion, - Futaba decided to lay all her cards on the table. - But when I started to slowly go crazy, and then the culmination of that insane situation arrived, and I saw you, and these mechanisms, the coffin, well... it seemed to me that we have something in common. And that seemed even more unfair than what happened to me. I can no longer emotionally return to the state I was in before. So, I'm sorry, perhaps, for my past prejudice. If that's possible after such a brazen confession from someone who isn't even worth your little toe.
Futaba awkwardly scratched the back of her head and swallowed the bitter lump in her throat, preventing it from growing.
- B-but just one day has already messed with my head. There is a limit to how much common sense can handle, beyond which one cannot act without the knowledge and experience that I lack. In short... all these new tasks are very difficult. If you can help me with them, give me some advice, that would be good...
The president stared at the tabletop, poked at a stain on it, and lowered her head.
- To be honest, I've always disliked you. Not for any objective reasons, but perhaps just as a symbolic representation of the ruling class of our entire rotten, universal system. It was probably unfair, but a person is entitled to their opinion, - Futaba decided to lay all her cards on the table. - But when I started to slowly go crazy, and then the culmination of that insane situation arrived, and I saw you, and these mechanisms, the coffin, well... it seemed to me that we have something in common. And that seemed even more unfair than what happened to me. I can no longer emotionally return to the state I was in before. So, I'm sorry, perhaps, for my past prejudice. If that's possible after such a brazen confession from someone who isn't even worth your little toe.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
