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[asskicks]

Tch.

[Yusuke grunts and tips his head back to eye the ceiling thoughtfully as he considers his answer. He doesn't typically talk about this stuff with anybody; in his experience, talking about stuff is the same as admitting that it bothers you, and that's about as good as covering yourself in raw meat and throwing yourself to a pack of wolves and trusting them not to eat you.

But it wouldn't be fair for him to ask the doc to spill her guts and not reciprocate her efforts, and furthermore, he realizes she isn't going to crucify him for discussing more personal matters. So, gruffly, he tells her:]

Not exactly. If you asked them, I bet you every yen I don't have on me right now that they'd save face by telling you they just want me to clean up my act and be good and respectable like some of the other brown nosers my age. Between you, me, and that facehugging flowerpot over there, though, what they really want is for me to disappear.

[He isn't unaware of how grim that is. That's precisely why he doesn't let it linger, instead shooting her a sly, humorous sideways glance a second later and adding:]

Funny thing about me, though: I'm a pretty hard guy to get rid of. Not even death by bumper got me outta their hair. Really got their 'roids raging when I showed up at school a month after snuffing it.

[originallutece]

I should imagine so.

[Robert's face would have turned pitying, but while her gaze is soft, Rosalind's expression is carefully neutral. That's a particularly dark thing to hear a young boy say, but she doesn't doubt he's telling the truth. God, she knows he is; Kurama had told her that weeks ago. They didn't have a place for him in the afterlife, and she still can't imagine how embittering that must have been.]

They're wrong. They want you to disappear, yes, and I'm sure to that end they've called you a thousand awful names and ascribed behaviors to you, and they're wrong, but of course, you know that. That isn't the frustrating part.

The worst part is that no matter what happens, no matter what you do or accomplish or say, they'll never, ever acknowledge it.