It's hard to imagine Ryuji detached from his puppydog heart. Without the hard road up that made him so much more than a thoughtless idiot, even if it took Goro some time to appreciate him.
"You said he was insightful," he wonders aloud. He knows better than to think there are no good rich people; he knows Haru. But it was Haru's suffering that made her like them. "Is he useful, do you think? Or more of a liability without his leader?"
"Liability isn't how I'd put it," he says slowly. He rests his arms on the counter, avoiding the... thing. "Maybe in a real urgent situation. If he has a minute to wrap his head around something, I think he'd do okay."
"I suppose that's all we can ask." He lowers the kettle again, begins another pour, resisting the urge to come around the counter. "You didn't hear anything about his Persona, anything like that?"
He shakes his head. "We talked about cognitive stuff, but it was mostly about evil gods and shit. He had some kind of fae thing, he panicked when I mentioned Lotus."
"I'm pretty sure Lotus doesn't care." He rests his weight more comfortably against the counter. "But yeah, it was wild. His god thing was, like, the size of the whole country. And they had to shrink it little by little so they could finally kill it and stop it from eating everyone. He said its name was. Uhh."
"It always loses, until it doesn't." And then the rest of them won't be around to comment on it. "I think I said the name wrong. I can ask him to text me it, if you wanna know."
"Do. It seems like something we want for background. We know about all the others we ... know about." Finishing up the final pour, he brings out two cups and saucers.
"I wonder how many there have been. And the world still standing. Or if it wasn't, if it was repeatedly changed, somehow—could we even tell?"
He unlocks his phone and sends Sam a quick series of texts.
"Does it matter? The world we have is, like—it's not that it's not fucked up. But it it's not broken like Maruki or Yaldabaoth want it to be. So it can't have been that bad, if it happened. Or maybe it fixed itself."
He doesn't want to believe any of the alternatives.
Goro brushes the edge of one of the saucers with his fingertip, as if checking for dust. He doesn't need to tell Ren what their world is like; Ren knows it better than he does. He's heard rumours that Yaldabaoth is already to blame for the indifference of society, for its shallowness and cruelty, but Goro knows he can't be responsible for it all. After all, where was he when Goro was a child, when the whole world crushed his mother, while the Inaba and Odaiba events were taking place? Where was he when any of them were children?
"Yeah," he agrees, taking up the carafe so it doesn't seem too much like he isn't looking at Ren. "I guess all our luck had to go somewhere, right?"
"Yeah. It could always be worse. We could always have a Maruki world."
Having gotten the fae god's name from Sam, he replies in turn and turns his phone to show it to Goro—just in time for Sam's text to appear. I really should say hello to him. Check out this paragon of yours.
"Shut up. Ugh." He takes his phone back. "He was just surprised you let me fight with you. When his team lead boyfriend took care of the guy who tried to kill him, the guy ended up dead."
He makes a noncommittal noise. "I was just thinking... remember Hamuko? When I told her half of us were murderers after she'd been here for months, and she got real upset? I was trying to dodge another situation like that."
...Which he wouldn't have cared about as much if he didn't like Sam. So Goro is right. But never mind that.
Yeah. But there's no point digging beneath the surface of that. Instead, he hands over the coffee, taking his own cup in turn, and moving back a few steps in the conversation.
"Us..." he tries, before giving up. "I have no idea how to read that. Or what language it is, annoyingly. It's not English."
Goro stares down at it for a second himself. He has no idea how he knows, not really. "It doesn't look like English," he says, confidently. "That y and s, for instance. Plus the -en at the end—in English that would be a verb, not a name."
He touches his chin. "I wonder if it's one of the old British languages. Irish, or something."
"What about Madden NFL, though?" he asks, naming a sports video game that's fairly obscure in Japan. He pauses for a second to frown. "I guess that doesn't have to be a name. I just always figured it was."
Tragically, because he would love to laugh at that face, Ren misses it entirely, too busy studying the screen as if he'll find answers there. "Sam didn't say it like that."
"Maybe the Internet is wrong. It would hardly be the first time, especially here."
He gives the button another tap, listening closely, then makes another effort to approximate it, with an overemphasised English-style th sound. "Us. Usbathden. Usbathadden. Crap, I hope he doesn't appear if you say his name three times."
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"You said he was insightful," he wonders aloud. He knows better than to think there are no good rich people; he knows Haru. But it was Haru's suffering that made her like them. "Is he useful, do you think? Or more of a liability without his leader?"
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"That's interesting. From what I can tell, most people sadly underestimate poor Lotus."
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Fuck. "Us... badden. Maybe."
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"Us badden?" he tries, in English. Then he attempts to put it into Japanese, for Ren. "Seriously?"
It tried to eat the whole country. Somehow, Goro thinks he should be more shocked than he is. "It clearly didn't win, at least."
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"I wonder how many there have been. And the world still standing. Or if it wasn't, if it was repeatedly changed, somehow—could we even tell?"
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"Does it matter? The world we have is, like—it's not that it's not fucked up. But it it's not broken like Maruki or Yaldabaoth want it to be. So it can't have been that bad, if it happened. Or maybe it fixed itself."
He doesn't want to believe any of the alternatives.
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"Yeah," he agrees, taking up the carafe so it doesn't seem too much like he isn't looking at Ren. "I guess all our luck had to go somewhere, right?"
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Having gotten the fae god's name from Sam, he replies in turn and turns his phone to show it to Goro—just in time for Sam's text to appear. I really should say hello to him. Check out this paragon of yours.
Oops.
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He says it matter-of-factly, unperturbed.
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To have told him everything, he means.
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...Which he wouldn't have cared about as much if he didn't like Sam. So Goro is right. But never mind that.
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"Us..." he tries, before giving up. "I have no idea how to read that. Or what language it is, annoyingly. It's not English."
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make irish ppl hate you with this one weird trick
He touches his chin. "I wonder if it's one of the old British languages. Irish, or something."
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So is it a name, actually? Or is it something else?
...They're getting distracted. "We could maybe google the god, though?"
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But a quick search reveals a screen of pleasing information. Goro can't repress a smirk. "Look at that, Welsh. I knew it was ancient British."
There's even a convenient button for pronunciation. Goro gives it a tap and listens closely, and then contorts his face in the most disgusted way.
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He gives the button another tap, listening closely, then makes another effort to approximate it, with an overemphasised English-style th sound. "Us. Usbathden. Usbathadden. Crap, I hope he doesn't appear if you say his name three times."
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