❛ —— given the severity of our recent … losses … it’s safe to speculate that we cannot afford to waste any more time on devising plans that don’t seem plausible . . . any further causalities or failures will undoubtedly invoke the wrath of the any person who was close to the victims
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her mind immediately wanders to the sight of scout’s family and jaeha’s friends , all anguished , fraught with grief , stricken with horror at the untimely demise of their loved ones . . demises that could’ve been prevented had they thought things through more carefully . but there was no use in dwelling on that now . they were gone , and they had to do something .
❛ … but , it’s obvious we’re running out of options here . we can only continue trying to save people for so long … until people start giving up … or until there’s no one left … ❜ there’s also the present issue of their own kind working alongside neet neet …
“But then there’s also the issue of shooting down plans would definitely work, but then the original doesn’t work. What would happen then, Chitanda-san?”
She softly replied, her bells chiming as she turned to Eru. Her sapphire eyes were dull tonight, both from four years of exhausting college work, and from the recent happenings. She just wanted to graduate intact and go to Waseda.
“We’re definitely running out of options. It… might sound cold of me, but I’ve learned that you can’t save absolutely everyone. Trying to will only exhaust us faster and lead to mass apathy.”
She knew that all too well, having nearly fallen into it herself. When she accepted that not everyone could be saved, she was much happier with her life and could work that much better.
“Delaying this… onryo with tags will give us time to bring in permanent solutions and try them one by one.”
“I’m not sure how they’re expecting to succeed if they shoot down ideas without even considering if they’ll work or not. Purification is a perfectly valid idea and even a temporary lapse in bullshit can give us time to actually think things through.”
Her complaint was quiet, in Japanese. She had gotten rather irritated at what had happened before, the shrine bells on the ends of her braids chiming softly.
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