[Hours pass as he mulls over the side of a glass-bottom boat, something that should be enjoyable for him, but instead is something a cruel joke. He's taken medication for his motion sickness, and yet, he still feels like vomiting. This pathetic excuse for a living doesn't fill him with the joy his old fleet did back home. The point of being on a ship, any vessel at all, is the freedom it brings- Even if you're stranded in an endless ocean or a vast array of stars, one one of those things you'd be going somewhere.
Anywhere.
He picks up his phone again during an idle hour, wondering what to say. She always asks how he's feeling, if he's okay, hardly ever sharing the things that burden her. Sakamoto is the same way, and perhaps that's why they get along so well.]
I don't give a damn about what they've seen of me. I'm an idiot through and through! Whether anybody's lookin' or not.
["I'm not ashamed of who I am."
And he's not particularly ashamed of his body, either.]
no subject
Anywhere.
He picks up his phone again during an idle hour, wondering what to say. She always asks how he's feeling, if he's okay, hardly ever sharing the things that burden her. Sakamoto is the same way, and perhaps that's why they get along so well.]
I don't give a damn about what they've seen of me. I'm an idiot through and through! Whether anybody's lookin' or not.
["I'm not ashamed of who I am."
And he's not particularly ashamed of his body, either.]
Is it the same for you?