[Junpei makes a face, like he really is about to start refuting, he has a great point to make about semantics and nitpicking and deliberately ignoring his point in favor of the former two things-! But, well, "actual superheroes"?]
Like in capes and spandex...?
[Which isn't even really the point; he doesn't know who all has been told to go out there with Charles, and he doesn't even know who all has volunteered, but surely, surely a nonzero number of people going out there are the same people who kept telling Charles on the network that he doesn't count and doesn't matter. Statistically, it feels likely, and Junpei doesn't particularly care what kind of experience anyone else going out there has if there's no way of knowing their true feelings, call it, about, well, someone like Charles. Death, in general.
Well, it's not reassuring. Everyone going out there should be vetted first and have to prove they aren't selfishly destructive, in his opinion. He's been in enough deadly situations to know that most people are going to look out for number one and only number one, if things go sideways enough.
Too bad. He shakes his head.]
Look, just— try not to throw yourself in front of anything? If something happens to you...
[Well, what is he going to do then—even with, or even especially because of the nebulous nature of death and disappearance in this place, with the added factor of messing with the very fabric of the world— He doesn't want to think about it. He can read between the lines, too, of Charles' convenient sidestepping around keeping himself safe, because he's done the exact same thing so many times. He knows this one, and he kind of wants to argue about it, but at the same time, the looming thought that this could be the last time they get to talk makes him reconsider.
He's still making the face, though. He curls his fingers around Charles' wrists, not to pull his hands away - just to hold. For emphasis, maybe, or something like that.]
Just try and come back in one piece. [mmmmm-] Here. To... me.
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Like in capes and spandex...?
[Which isn't even really the point; he doesn't know who all has been told to go out there with Charles, and he doesn't even know who all has volunteered, but surely, surely a nonzero number of people going out there are the same people who kept telling Charles on the network that he doesn't count and doesn't matter. Statistically, it feels likely, and Junpei doesn't particularly care what kind of experience anyone else going out there has if there's no way of knowing their true feelings, call it, about, well, someone like Charles. Death, in general.
Well, it's not reassuring. Everyone going out there should be vetted first and have to prove they aren't selfishly destructive, in his opinion. He's been in enough deadly situations to know that most people are going to look out for number one and only number one, if things go sideways enough.
Too bad. He shakes his head.]
Look, just— try not to throw yourself in front of anything? If something happens to you...
[Well, what is he going to do then—even with, or even especially because of the nebulous nature of death and disappearance in this place, with the added factor of messing with the very fabric of the world— He doesn't want to think about it. He can read between the lines, too, of Charles' convenient sidestepping around keeping himself safe, because he's done the exact same thing so many times. He knows this one, and he kind of wants to argue about it, but at the same time, the looming thought that this could be the last time they get to talk makes him reconsider.
He's still making the face, though. He curls his fingers around Charles' wrists, not to pull his hands away - just to hold. For emphasis, maybe, or something like that.]
Just try and come back in one piece. [mmmmm-] Here. To... me.