[And aside from Mona and Joker, nobody on the team was there to go through that with any modicum of experience. They were taking stabs in the dark about everything, hoping that a talking cat knew what they were doing and trusting him by nature of his own air of confidence on the matter. By the time Yusuke joined the group, the four thieves that had founded the team had known what to expect out of a palace, or at least had some idea of what the owner of such a twisted world was really like.
Kamoshida had taken something from him that he couldn't ever really get back, but expressing the hope that having nothing really gives you, is something that Ryuji can't really put to words. Even if his name was forsaken, the only thing he was good at laid to waste... giving into the idea of having nothing to lose makes everything within your grasp to take. Like a corrupt heart.
And, boy, talking about this sort of stuff is a tangential way of expressing how impacting not having his best friend around really is. So, it's cool, in a way. His fingers find the sheets below him and the edge of a pillow to fiddle with as he continues on. For someone that went by from his team's reassurances and his own hunches, it wasn't exactly easy trying to explain a palace, or how fucked up they really are. But then again, it's also... probably not easy to describe why in god's creation that you had to destroy an entire star, and by doing that, give birth to it at the same time. Actually, the latter is probably much worse to try and piecemeal the cause and effect of events. He should suck it up.]
People that are... that seriously screwed up to have a palace... there's like. One giant support beam that holds the entire place together. It's a treasure. Like, Xelda style, master key, open that thing up and claim your prize typa thing. But it doesn't exist until the person out in the real world feels that their secrets are gonna be exposed.
[Which is, a total existential kind of crisis that Ryuji has... no fucking clue how to explain properly.]
When you make them afraid that it's gonna happen, the treasure appears. If you can steal it, you make the person confess to all the horrible shit they did. So, yeah, we fought Kamoshida because he wanted to protect it, knowin' that if you took the support pillar down, everything would come crumblin' to pieces. Oh, man... it was straight up effin' weird. Dude turned into this four armed naked baby man with horns and the longest, grossest tongue that you ever seen, sittin' in front of a trophy with womens' legs stickin' outta it.
[He feels like he's talking an awful lot, and simmers down, not even realizing he had pulled Dave's pillow into his lap in the process since he was distracted. He sighs, pushes it back off, and tilts his head.]
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Kamoshida had taken something from him that he couldn't ever really get back, but expressing the hope that having nothing really gives you, is something that Ryuji can't really put to words. Even if his name was forsaken, the only thing he was good at laid to waste... giving into the idea of having nothing to lose makes everything within your grasp to take. Like a corrupt heart.
And, boy, talking about this sort of stuff is a tangential way of expressing how impacting not having his best friend around really is. So, it's cool, in a way. His fingers find the sheets below him and the edge of a pillow to fiddle with as he continues on. For someone that went by from his team's reassurances and his own hunches, it wasn't exactly easy trying to explain a palace, or how fucked up they really are. But then again, it's also... probably not easy to describe why in god's creation that you had to destroy an entire star, and by doing that, give birth to it at the same time. Actually, the latter is probably much worse to try and piecemeal the cause and effect of events. He should suck it up.]
People that are... that seriously screwed up to have a palace... there's like. One giant support beam that holds the entire place together. It's a treasure. Like, Xelda style, master key, open that thing up and claim your prize typa thing. But it doesn't exist until the person out in the real world feels that their secrets are gonna be exposed.
[Which is, a total existential kind of crisis that Ryuji has... no fucking clue how to explain properly.]
When you make them afraid that it's gonna happen, the treasure appears. If you can steal it, you make the person confess to all the horrible shit they did. So, yeah, we fought Kamoshida because he wanted to protect it, knowin' that if you took the support pillar down, everything would come crumblin' to pieces. Oh, man... it was straight up effin' weird. Dude turned into this four armed naked baby man with horns and the longest, grossest tongue that you ever seen, sittin' in front of a trophy with womens' legs stickin' outta it.
[He feels like he's talking an awful lot, and simmers down, not even realizing he had pulled Dave's pillow into his lap in the process since he was distracted. He sighs, pushes it back off, and tilts his head.]
What a pathetic bastard.