[ welcome to the ice rink! tobari has never seen snow before. he's wandering around completely unaware of the dangers of the ice. surely that won't be a problem. for now, you may have optional heterosexuality if you so choose ( 2:08:40 - 2:12:44 ). it's probably just glimpses of this interaction in the ice. if nothing else, it looks tender. some hets have rights.
Tobari's life has been a fortunate one. He'd be the first to say so. Despite the circumstances of his birth, he's defied the odds and managed to survive even this long. Doing so was only by the grace of the people around him. As a child, he was picked up by Shioji—what does it matter if that same beloved older brother later betrayed him and set him up as a scapegoat? He was clothed, fed, given shelter, and raised by the Red Light District—so what if, when it all burnt down, one day those same people who treated him so gently blamed Tobari for all their troubles? Somehow, in spite of everything, he even found someone who loved him through all the tragedies.
And yet he had the nerve to want more. The chance to hold this beautiful girl's hand, even if she was out of his league. The opportunity to see that flower field on the surface, blooming beyond imagination. And—time. Despite the disease festering in his lungs, a marker of exactly where he came from and the fate he couldn't escape, he just... wanted a little bit more time. [ at the end of it all, he's just a little bit stunned. it's one thing to experience and another to witness. and yet his gaze remains glued on the image of that lovely, lovely girl, bloodied and eyes closed for an eternal rest, until his own lungs demand that he remembers how to breathe. then it's just one shuddering breath in as his hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose, and he figures out how to school his expression back into something a little less...
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but in the end!
memory: greed (tobari bad end spoilers)
The real greed is this and only this: "... After the new year... and a while after that, it'll be spring." ( 2:28:49 - 2:36:00 )Tobari's life has been a fortunate one. He'd be the first to say so. Despite the circumstances of his birth, he's defied the odds and managed to survive even this long. Doing so was only by the grace of the people around him. As a child, he was picked up by Shioji—what does it matter if that same beloved older brother later betrayed him and set him up as a scapegoat? He was clothed, fed, given shelter, and raised by the Red Light District—so what if, when it all burnt down, one day those same people who treated him so gently blamed Tobari for all their troubles? Somehow, in spite of everything, he even found someone who loved him through all the tragedies.
And yet he had the nerve to want more. The chance to hold this beautiful girl's hand, even if she was out of his league. The opportunity to see that flower field on the surface, blooming beyond imagination. And—time. Despite the disease festering in his lungs, a marker of exactly where he came from and the fate he couldn't escape, he just... wanted a little bit more time.
[ at the end of it all, he's just a little bit stunned. it's one thing to experience and another to witness. and yet his gaze remains glued on the image of that lovely, lovely girl, bloodied and eyes closed for an eternal rest, until his own lungs demand that he remembers how to breathe. then it's just one shuddering breath in as his hand comes up to pinch the bridge of his nose, and he figures out how to school his expression back into something a little less...
well, lost. ]