( From what he's heard of Silco's world, and from what he knows of the man himself, Geto can surely paint a picture together well enough. He doesn't imagine his friend was always the way he is now, he had to have been young at some point, and the thing about bitterness is that it doesn't spring free fully formed along with a person. It needs to have been fed, drop by drop. Would Geto have been just as hurt had Satoru not avoided meeting for those ten years? What about if he had simply done what they'd asked straight away? Would he have been angry? He'd waited that whole time, expecting it, but not once did the rage come. Other things, yes. But at his friend?

No, it was different. He would have let it happen regardless. He still thinks it should. And Geto has been tired of the world for so long. He doesn't share the other man's fervent desire to cling to it. Look at how readily he'd accepted his death. )

That sounds lonely, Silco-san. ( Mild, a little tinged with something. ) But I understand it. And I think you would do whatever it is you needed to survive, that isn't something to balk at. Sometimes things are unchangeable. I'd say you might surprise yourself, but we may never know.