Well, there's different types of love interest, I think. Usually there's different "routes" where you can pursue different girls... It seems a bit cruel now that I've talked to miss Aoi.
[With her worry of fading into the background on other routes.]
Well, not at the same time... probably? Each time you play the game you have to pick one route. If you want to pursue a different girl you have to start over...
[BUT AGAIN... A GIRL THATS SELF AWARE LIKE AOI...]
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[(ye olde voice) LIKE PICTURE BOOKS??]
Well, if you find one, I want to see how you play! You've got me intrigued.
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[He's not sure how to ask this.]
You've got an interesting name, Mr Douman.
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[A light smile.]
How so?
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[He did consider that maybe it is that Douman but he's pretty sure someone would have written about Ashiya Douman being this tall and unique looking?]
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Indeed, there are legends about me and...that man. You are correct on that.
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... Ah, you're the real Ashiya Douman?
[WILD? Unless this is another Aoi situation? Who's to say any more.]
I'm sorry for bringing that up, then.
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[They trail off, letting out a sigh.]
Mmm. Quite alright! Its quite alright. This humble priest has nothing that particularly displeases them...except for that man.
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So that's why you're unfamiliar with video games?
[As he resumes rummaging. Before finding a title he vaguely recognizes.]
Ah, I think this is one...
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[Thanks, Approximate Knowledge of Modern Things!]
Oh? Go on, let's play!
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[Sometimes when he was a kid he'd had games. But he hadn't really since he'd grown up.
Anyway he puts in Cl*nnad, sitting down on the floor before the tv because that just feels to him the way you play video games.]
But I want to understand miss Aoi a little better.
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[That earns Fukuda a curious look.]
Because of her nature?
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[So really she might as well be?]
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[They move to sit, crosslegged as they stare at the TV expectantly.]
You know...there were contraptions like that even in the past. Dolls. Karakuri, they called them. Human, and yet not. She reminds me of that.
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[And now his attention is getting split as he starts the game.]
... Ah this girl's eyes are quite far apart.
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[The uncanniness only seems to amuse them.]
Now, now, do we start playing this novel?
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[Which he has been, slowly, since he's dividing his attention.]
I think she's the love interest, so this is a sort of meet-cute, as it were.
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[Doesn't seem much like "playing", but sure.]
Oh, she's like Aoi, then? She doesn't talk like Aoi, though.
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[With her worry of fading into the background on other routes.]
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[Poor miss Aoi, indeed!]
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[BUT AGAIN... A GIRL THATS SELF AWARE LIKE AOI...]
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[stares at aoi]
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[Think these girls are self aware but then again maybe they're just not supposed to let the player know???]
I mean, they're not supposed to be real, or conscious. Just code. They can't remember what happened when you played the other routes.
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[Just a light observation.]
Does this mean she knows what goes on in these other routes?
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[So in a way there are no other routes.]
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[Hm.]
What a sad way to live. Its not quite "life", is it? Just dwelling as a shadow of something far more real than you ever are.
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