[Karma was preaching to the choir, here. Osomatsu was in a similar boat. he'd watched a lot of people he was close to put to death because of these "games." even if Cartesio wasn't part of these other ones, it was still the same, just longer, equally as tiring.
and yet, for some reason, Osomatsu had managed to survive that, and the "game" at the Mansion, too. it wasn't impossible. but that meant that he had to watch everyone he loved get hurt, or murdered. all while keeping positive and wearing a smile.
he wanted to tell Karma that it was okay, that they would get everyone back. but he didn't know if that was true. after all, the souls were being destroyed, weren't they? at least, that was what it looked like]
I don't... know if we'll be able to stop it. Stop these "games." But, if we were gonna try, we'd have to do it standing together. If we close off from each other, I dunno if we'd have a chance.
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and yet, for some reason, Osomatsu had managed to survive that, and the "game" at the Mansion, too. it wasn't impossible. but that meant that he had to watch everyone he loved get hurt, or murdered. all while keeping positive and wearing a smile.
he wanted to tell Karma that it was okay, that they would get everyone back. but he didn't know if that was true. after all, the souls were being destroyed, weren't they? at least, that was what it looked like]
I don't... know if we'll be able to stop it. Stop these "games." But, if we were gonna try, we'd have to do it standing together. If we close off from each other, I dunno if we'd have a chance.