[ a good citizen, maybe - but majima has never been that. not here in recollé, and certainly not in his memories. majima's good eye narrows. the judgment before was light, almost missable. judgment that didn't want to be. like he was hoping to be proven wrong, like he was still trying to asses the situation. but now, after what yato says, he's angry. real anger isn't something he shows often. it's rare and raw, but he keeps his voice quiet all the same. he doesn't want them to attract attention. ]
You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
[ it's less about the letter of the law and more about responsibility. majima doesn't even necessarily see it as a question of right vs wrong at this point, only that the things you do have consequence. if you do something to correct a mistake, you deal with what happens after that, you don't just turn tail.
but that's only half of it, of course. that's the half that sneaks in with the memories he gets, the part of his thoughts that get twisted and contorted by the feelings he gets when he gets his memories.
the other half has to do with his brother. how his brother is not dead, but will die in prison. how he fucked up his brother's life. how he grieves for him every day without end. there are Principles, and then there is emotion, and sometimes the ends of a conversation get muddled by both. he has no desire to see people struggling to cope with what happened to yato. and he has even less desire to see another good man rot in prison.
but none of that is what actually sparks the indignation in his voice. it's yato's accusation that he doesn't understand. that they live by some different set of rules when his eye had been cut out in what he can only assume was an act of punishment within the yakuza. he has no proof, no memory that clearly indicates that. but it's the most logical conclusion as far as he's concerned. he knows what the yakuza demands of people who mess up. he knows he's one of them.
(he also knows, inevitably, that he will always fuck up something somehow, whether it's this life or the last.)
the irony in what yato says is so ripe that it allows him to process his experiences in a way he'd almost never with anyone else. but he's also not just going to sit here and take this idea that he can't comprehend, or that yato's new found sense of living on the wrong side of the law distanced them. he doesn't know what his position was in the yakuza, but he was still in it. in the most notorious and hardcore crime syndicate in japan. it was something he and kiryu had talked about extensively, the kind of thing that the suggestion alone had been terrifying to kiryu's cousin. ]
[ Such a strong statement. So self-assured. Where is it coming from? There's clearly more on Majima's mind than he's saying. Yato takes another breath, lets it out. It's the least he can do to be patient with a friend who came all this way to see him, however angry that friend is getting. He leans on the counter and props his chin on a hand, searching Majima's expression. ]
[ he's calmer when he says it. like it was the one momentary slip of emotion he was going to allow himself, before, and he's collecting it back. like yato's patience is enough to remind him that he should be, too. there's a note of resignation somewhere in it, too. but no apologies. ]
[ True enough. As friendly as they are, there's plenty they don't know about each other. But that's okay. If Majima's history is something that pains him to talk about, then Yato doesn't have to know. His gaze drifts in thought. ]
Boss, do you think it would make sense to arrest a ghost? Hypothetically.
[ he's quiet, like he might say something more about that. like he might just, after a moment, decide to play the game answer what he thinks. but he'd never see yato like that, no matter how many powers he got back. he'd never see yato as anything less than human.
so when he does speak, it's not about hypothetical ghost arrests. it's about something much more concrete. ]
[ Most people would be surprised to hear about a friend's family being in prison for murder. But even before Yato began seeing visions of slaughter and gore, he knew decent people who made violent decisions. Majima, who could beat a creature much larger than he with his bare fists, was never too far from that estimation. Hearing now that Majima has a felon for a brother isn't a huge shock. Still, he can sympathize with the loss of a loved one taken to a world apart. ]
[ So he fought, and fought too much. Yato understands. It's easy to get carried away in the thick of the moment.
Yato recalls Majima's awkwardness when he first sat down, the slight hesitation. He thought it might've been because of Majima's unfamiliarity with the setting or the strangeness of talking to someone in the wrong kind of uniform. Maybe it was something else. ]
[ majima's expression turns darker, sadder. like yato has told a cruel joke that he doesn't understand. were you guys close? it's a normal question to ask of someone, a normal, friendly part of conversation. but majima and his brother hadn't just been close they'd been inseparable. from the day majima had picked him out at the orphanage and declared they were brothers. back then, he'd been everything he ever talked about. ]
Yes. We were close.
[ he doesn't feel like he deserves to claim it was more than that. to talk about how much love he'd had for his brother. how he'd filled his heart to the brim when he'd been an idiot kid who fought too much to find his way into a loving family. how he'd learned that family could be who you decided, not who was forced on you. but what right did he have to any of those sentiments, after what had happened? when it should have been him, when his brother should be the one to be free. wouldn't his brother have had better words of wisdom for yato? more patience? he'd had so much potential where majima felt he had little. so much more to offer. what right did he have to claim that they still belonged to one another, when he'd betrayed him? ]
[ Yato watches Majima's expression fall. A sensitive subject, then. But he doesn't back off, because letting the topic fall to the wayside like it's something too shameful to talk about doesn't seem right. ]
You still visit him?
[ It would explain why Majima even thought to come here. ]
[ majima trails off. he knows they're just excuses. he hasn't gone to see his brother because he doesn't think his brother will want to see him. and the longer he doesn't go, the more that becomes true. ]
[ Does Yato detect some troubled thoughts? Natural, all things considered. A beat, and then he huffs lightly. ]
Obviously I don't know the guy, but it gets pretty monotonous in here. And I've only been here a week, tops. I bet he'd be happy to get a letter or something.
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You don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
[ it's less about the letter of the law and more about responsibility. majima doesn't even necessarily see it as a question of right vs wrong at this point, only that the things you do have consequence. if you do something to correct a mistake, you deal with what happens after that, you don't just turn tail.
but that's only half of it, of course. that's the half that sneaks in with the memories he gets, the part of his thoughts that get twisted and contorted by the feelings he gets when he gets his memories.
the other half has to do with his brother. how his brother is not dead, but will die in prison. how he fucked up his brother's life. how he grieves for him every day without end. there are Principles, and then there is emotion, and sometimes the ends of a conversation get muddled by both. he has no desire to see people struggling to cope with what happened to yato. and he has even less desire to see another good man rot in prison.
but none of that is what actually sparks the indignation in his voice. it's yato's accusation that he doesn't understand. that they live by some different set of rules when his eye had been cut out in what he can only assume was an act of punishment within the yakuza. he has no proof, no memory that clearly indicates that. but it's the most logical conclusion as far as he's concerned. he knows what the yakuza demands of people who mess up. he knows he's one of them.
(he also knows, inevitably, that he will always fuck up something somehow, whether it's this life or the last.)
the irony in what yato says is so ripe that it allows him to process his experiences in a way he'd almost never with anyone else. but he's also not just going to sit here and take this idea that he can't comprehend, or that yato's new found sense of living on the wrong side of the law distanced them. he doesn't know what his position was in the yakuza, but he was still in it. in the most notorious and hardcore crime syndicate in japan. it was something he and kiryu had talked about extensively, the kind of thing that the suggestion alone had been terrifying to kiryu's cousin. ]
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And what makes you say that?
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[ he's calmer when he says it. like it was the one momentary slip of emotion he was going to allow himself, before, and he's collecting it back. like yato's patience is enough to remind him that he should be, too. there's a note of resignation somewhere in it, too. but no apologies. ]
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Boss, do you think it would make sense to arrest a ghost? Hypothetically.
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[ he's quiet, like he might say something more about that. like he might just, after a moment, decide to play the game answer what he thinks. but he'd never see yato like that, no matter how many powers he got back. he'd never see yato as anything less than human.
so when he does speak, it's not about hypothetical ghost arrests. it's about something much more concrete. ]
My brother was arrested a couple years back.
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His eyes blink on back to Majima. ]
What for?
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[ he holds his gaze as he says it. direct, to the point. ]
He's in for life.
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[ Most people would be surprised to hear about a friend's family being in prison for murder. But even before Yato began seeing visions of slaughter and gore, he knew decent people who made violent decisions. Majima, who could beat a creature much larger than he with his bare fists, was never too far from that estimation. Hearing now that Majima has a felon for a brother isn't a huge shock. Still, he can sympathize with the loss of a loved one taken to a world apart. ]
Why'd he do it?
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[ and they just didn't. in a contest of strength, majima's brother always came out on top. ]
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Yato recalls Majima's awkwardness when he first sat down, the slight hesitation. He thought it might've been because of Majima's unfamiliarity with the setting or the strangeness of talking to someone in the wrong kind of uniform. Maybe it was something else. ]
Were you guys close?
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Yes. We were close.
[ he doesn't feel like he deserves to claim it was more than that. to talk about how much love he'd had for his brother. how he'd filled his heart to the brim when he'd been an idiot kid who fought too much to find his way into a loving family. how he'd learned that family could be who you decided, not who was forced on you. but what right did he have to any of those sentiments, after what had happened? when it should have been him, when his brother should be the one to be free. wouldn't his brother have had better words of wisdom for yato? more patience? he'd had so much potential where majima felt he had little. so much more to offer. what right did he have to claim that they still belonged to one another, when he'd betrayed him? ]
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You still visit him?
[ It would explain why Majima even thought to come here. ]
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I haven't seen him in three years.
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[ majima trails off. he knows they're just excuses. he hasn't gone to see his brother because he doesn't think his brother will want to see him. and the longer he doesn't go, the more that becomes true. ]
It is what is is.
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Obviously I don't know the guy, but it gets pretty monotonous in here. And I've only been here a week, tops. I bet he'd be happy to get a letter or something.
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