[By all accounts, Shintaro was ordinary. Normal. In a city like this, he should be someone struggling to eek out a typical existence. Shinji's ceased thinking of himself as normal from a very young age: there's no chance of him regaining that status.
(As if he's ever had it in the first place.)
But Shintaro was different. Maybe it was the way he regarded the city as if it was something unbelievable, the way he still harvested anger where resignment should've grown. The incident with Guy was only a mild discomfort in a long stream of misfortunes. Yet--
The pencil continues to move smoothly across the paper.]
no subject
(As if he's ever had it in the first place.)
But Shintaro was different. Maybe it was the way he regarded the city as if it was something unbelievable, the way he still harvested anger where resignment should've grown. The incident with Guy was only a mild discomfort in a long stream of misfortunes. Yet--
The pencil continues to move smoothly across the paper.]
Shintaro, can I ask you something?