[He understands completely. He's not without a sense of compassion, although his job demands the same as Mayday's did: a lot of violence and murder. Her words are touching... and it just upsets Buson even more. He can't control himself, although he wanted not to ruin this outing for her, he loved seeing Mayday in a more light-hearted mood, but...]
Y-yeah, let's go... [Distracted, trying to fight himself, but he can't, as if the words are being forced out of him! It's like the time he couldn't lie, only now, his words and body weren't fully in his control, acting recklessly!]
You know, I used to like people who were soft.
... it's exactly the sort of thing you'd want in a Rocket. I'd...
[Stamp it out. Beat it out of them. Crush it underfoot.
His hands curl into fists and he stares at them as he walks instead of where he's going or looking at Mayday.]
[1/2; CW vague references to murder, bullying / hazing, etc. -- Buson's such a great guy!!!]
Y-yeah, let's go... [Distracted, trying to fight himself, but he can't, as if the words are being forced out of him! It's like the time he couldn't lie, only now, his words and body weren't fully in his control, acting recklessly!]
You know, I used to like people who were soft.
... it's exactly the sort of thing you'd want in a Rocket. I'd...
[Stamp it out. Beat it out of them. Crush it underfoot.
His hands curl into fists and he stares at them as he walks instead of where he's going or looking at Mayday.]
...