>>111322 The answer which Yukarin could possibly provide you is slightly different, but many of the conclusions you drew are useful, applicable or correct.
Although about:
>It seems rather unbelievable to achieve all of these with the same character, since your approach to a situation vacillates from Gandhi to James Bond to Kamina, but our 'skillful means' actually makes that versatility entirely possible while still remaining being the same coherent character. A fairly outrageous concept, but has been shown to work. I don't see what's so outrageous in this. I mean, anyone not TLDRing this part - pause and think about how many faces you show others in your everyday dealings with them. I (assume) that your reasons for acting as such isn't because you're disingenuous, pathological liars, but because you're smart, considerate people, people who have the common sense to understand that an inflexible approach to the problems of life is harmful as much to your interests as those of society at large.
Which is why I think that if the hero of a story is the same, it's neither outrageous, unusual or praiseworthy - it's just the hero being as human as you or I, being a
character instead of a
caricature. >Our actions and the story for that last month or so have been feeling increasingly directionless. I can only tell you that you'll all be able to understand shortly - by the end of this in-story day at the latest. Yes even you, Wiseman.
>>111310 >This is how good lunatic modo works, NOT by bad-ending you for everything, y'know? I know that asking you all to own up and fix mistakes is unpopular instead of going, "what went wrong? you messed up :((((" but if you really step back and examine the results of your actions, you'll find that you should now know much, much more about the way the respective characters think as a consequence.
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“To answer honestly, Konngara – I would not,” you admit outright to her, still glancing askance as she listens in silence. “No, if I had…” Though the very act of speculating it’s emotionally painful, “…if I entered upon this place and had found you were lost to me, slain and dishonored by demons;” you’re thinking aloud, her smooth white hands clutched in yours, “I wouldn’t have any capacity for compromise. In truth, my heart would have already chosen for me, set itself upon the only course it could deem acceptable – ensuring that none of those who had deprived the world of your smile would leave alive.”
“Then, you would be disposed at… vengeance?” Holding your hand more tightly, her voice’s fraught with concern.
“I understand that to do as much isn’t in line with what righteousness demands of me, Konngara;” you steadfastly acknowledge. “The motion that is Samsara, the endless turning of that dolorous six-coursed wheel, forever renewing the suffering of birth and death – it’s driven by karmic accumulation. Misplaced love, deficient love, excessive love; all are twisted into a violence against the soul, begetting more violence in turn. Were I of a perfected virtue, I could break that vicious cycle; bear the indignation of my loss with a higher conscience without reciprocating in wrath. But,” you pause and breathe out deeply, “as I am now, my heart is one in which the study of hatred and breadth of love occupy the same place – the heart of a human. A fickle, fallible heart, inconstant in affection and incontinent in anger; it’s seen me stray from the fountain of righteousness to slake myself in the mire of advantage and in the process, to disappoi-”
“I harbor no disappointment in you.”
No longer showing her back to you, Konngara’s staring down at her lap when she tersely interrupts your oration. With a sympathetic touch, she places an arm about your back. “My wish was that you give mind to justice in your resolutions. You have done as much,” she lifts her head to the level of your eyes, “so I see nothing for which you ought to express regrets.” She’s showing you a carefree smile.
“…Konngara.” At her, holding one of your hands as she holds your shoulder, you offer serious address. “There’s no need for you to make excuses on my behalf; if you’re really upset, then please tell me as much. The faith I’ve invested in you isn’t some pale shadow, perishing if exposed before the radiant light of truth; it’s my tangible flesh and blood, my whole corporeal form and the divine spirit that animates it.” In grasping at what you’ll say next, your memory harkens back onto her question of a moment ago. “When you asked about vengeance, wasn’t your tone one of distress, disbelief? Be truthful.”
At the implication that she’s been less than honest with you, Konngara’s smile instantly turns into a frown. “I need not any admonishment that I should speak with candor,” she glares, incensed. “That your conjectures were in agreement with my own disposed my thoughts towards surprise, not doubt. To recompense injuries done us with justice and seek satisfaction for wrongs – is this not the heart of righteousness? For if we recompense injuries done us with kindness, have we nothing left with which to recompense kindness?” Her displeasure’s subsided considerably in expounding her thoughts, supplanted by the seeming enthusiasm she has for ethical deliberations.
“Speaking purely with regards to the limited virtue of man, I don’t contest what you’re saying Konngara,” you reiterate what you’ve said, “but I’ve one other, related question. If, as we’ve both agreed; the righteousness of mortals is in rewarding others according to their measure, then what of that decision of mine which initiated our conversation now – my decision to negotiate with the Tengu? Weren’t you disappointed with it, ‘respecting righteousness’?”
“I discovered deficiencies in your decision, not disappointment,” Konngara calmly corrects you.
“Is there something else which you would have had me try?” You pose a probing query. “Because to choose the option that was most just would have entailed the loss of our gaining on the present circumstance.”
With a shake of her head, she signals to the contrary. “If by ‘the option that was most just’ you are referencing a pronouncement in which you refuse parley, you have drawn a false dichotomy from my speech.” Sounding less dissatisfied than she is hopeful that you’ll understand her point of view, Konngara elaborates. “My nature is not that of an ideologue – while your concession to the ‘exigencies of the present crisis’ finds less appeal for me than particular…
alternatives,” she has a silly grin as her gaze travels down and to her side, onto her axe; “I would judge it as acceptable, but for a dolorous omission from you.”
...She’s halted, probably hoping that you’ll guess, but you’re really drawing nothing. “Enlighten me?” You encourage her on.
“Decorum.” She explains considerately, absently stroking your back all the while. “I presume that to acquiesce at treating with demons is as personally abhorrent for you as for I, and that you would rise above that high disdain to the safety of all is in my view, deserving of praise. I would not be so selfish as to hinder the efforts of one laden with the same burden of principle and seeking the greater good of which I am unable, in spite. But to what end would you not present a challenge that parley should only go forward on condition of apology, for having desecrated Sir Youki so?” Having put forward that
very good question, Konngara’s lyrical timbre pitches higher in puzzlement. “Is there perhaps an intention of which I am unable to conceive, that you should commit such an eminently apparent oversight?”
You:
[ ] (Laughingly) “…I don’t think it’s ‘eminently apparent’ to anyone save you, Konngara. Really, I should thank you for gifting me with such a valuable insight, though I’d like to make a suggestion in return – maybe you should
tell me sooner, next time?”
[ ] (Penitently) “No, your guess’s right on the mark, Konngara. I… just
what was I thinking?”
[ ] (Seriously) “There is, actually. The character of that Tengu being what it was, I considered forcing that concession unlikely and therefore, to guarantee that we stayed absolutely clear of the most unfavorable outcome; I avoided broaching that question intentionally.”
[ ] (???) Say something else (Specify).
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Yes, this is the last choice pertaining to this conversation, calm your beards.