[It helps, certainly. Being vulnerable in front of another person is one of the most difficult things for Kagari, who grew up having nothing and nobody--who had to find his own reason to keep waking up for those fifteen years he spent in the isolation facilities. Masaoka's turned back is a safer place to express those emotions than his face would be. He might feel guilty, then, if he'd looked at the sadness there.

Indeed, as the older man finally turns around, Kagari's own gaze drops to the floor. To him, it doesn't seem complicated. El Nysa wasn't perfect, but it was freedom. What was there for them in Japan? They were nothing but trash, worthless for anything other than cleaning up the streets of others of their kind.]

It's not bad here. The tech isn't as good, planetside, but....there's so much stuff to do. And we can even come back up, whenever...

[Sybil won't get in the way of killing Makishima. Sasayama and Yuki are alive, asleep in their own pods. The simulation rooms can remake any aspects of Japan itself that they want. There's so many arguments in his head, for why there's no reason to hold back on making El Nysa their home, but he doesn't get through even half of them before he trails off, jaw clenched. If freedom wasn't enough...arguing to Masaoka why he should stay feels childish and stupid. Like he's five years old all over again and hoping against hope for his parents not to let him go.

Division One might've been where he belonged, but it was stupid to think anyone else belonged with him.]

Whatever. Let's just get that drink.