[ Yep, that's exactly it. Minato takes the Evoker back, feeling the weight of it in his hands for a moment, and then tucks it away in the holster on his belt. ]
What I did was unfair. When I called for you... trusted everything you... that meant I'd given up.
[ Yato can't disagree with that. As a person, he has a tendency to do what can be done his own two hands. But as a god, he needs people to turn to him; his existence hinges on it.
Maybe this wouldn't be an issue if he were a strong enough god to naturally attract followers in the first place... ]
So what now? Are they still hooking you up with a shrink?
[ Maybe Yato should start looking for things only a god can do; right now, Minato's need for Yato hinges solely on that one promise to buy him that free drink next time he goes to The Inkwell.
Actually, that too is in jeopardy, because-- ]
Yeah. Court mandated once a week appointments for six months. Three, if I agree to take meds for it.
Like I'm relying on other people and medication to fix my life, and it means I've given up.
[ Which is to say, he doesn't think it will work, that it's a waste of time, and no matter how strictly he sticks to the schedule, it'll be a self-fulfilling prophecy in the end. ]
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[ Yep, that's exactly it. Minato takes the Evoker back, feeling the weight of it in his hands for a moment, and then tucks it away in the holster on his belt. ]
What I did was unfair. When I called for you... trusted everything you... that meant I'd given up.
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That's one way of looking at it... But that's saying relying on other people in general is also giving up. Kinda harsh, don'tcha think?
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Maybe. But it's true. I can't say I've put in my full effort if the first thing I do is turn to others.
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Maybe this wouldn't be an issue if he were a strong enough god to naturally attract followers in the first place... ]
So what now? Are they still hooking you up with a shrink?
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Actually, that too is in jeopardy, because-- ]
Yeah. Court mandated once a week appointments for six months. Three, if I agree to take meds for it.
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That long...? How do you feel about it?
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[ Which is to say, he doesn't think it will work, that it's a waste of time, and no matter how strictly he sticks to the schedule, it'll be a self-fulfilling prophecy in the end. ]
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I'm no doctor, but you seriously sound depressed, even for you. Is there something else eating you?
[ Aside from the whole court situation. ]
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[ The words of somebody who's been depressed for a very long time and he knows it. ]
It's, uh... situational depression. It'll fix itself once I'm eighty and start losing my memories.