[It's real fucked up, but people might actually be nice. What an unfortunate thing to feel. How nice it is that it's not just him that feels it.

For a second, he laughs, because it would be just like people to insist that they're not any good, despite all evidence to the contrary. Nekane was the worst for it, but so many people he's met couldn't stand to hear such a thing either.

And then the humor dies, his face twisting as he looks distinctly ill.]

No. Definitely no human puppet shows. [He shudders, remembering Dodger's puppetted jaw, Squalo hoisting the decapitated head up on his hand.

But he thinks about that. Being taken apart, having everything taken from him... he would still make coffee in the morning for Nekane. He would wander the city for no other reason than to wander it. He would ponder how best to bring home books or bad films and he would greet the people he passed. Whether or not he wore his scars, his losses, he would still go about these same simple things. He's quiet for a long moment, considering it all.]

I do like that fountain. Maybe a little more considering the gods didn't just sit idly. But I like my places in the plazas. [He smiles faintly, weakly. He turns his face up.]

Really messed up to think that everything might be okay... I think you might be right.