[as if anything could shake their friendship. as if subaru wouldn't have sought him out, just like he had right now, and asked him why if he'd been told by anyone else. he's come to terms that the beautiful boy he's known for years, who reached out a hand in the darkness and led him to a constellation befitting his starry name, killed four people — one of them their senior, sena-san — but subaru still can't see blood on the other's hands. they're still slender and pale, with a grip that's far stronger than his appearance would imply.

it reminds him a lot of then. the even-ness of natsume's voice especially, and subaru wonders when his friend'll finally just feel things and show those feelings to others. to him.]

Who cares about occupations, Natsume? Is whatever you're gettin' really worth never seeing So~ran and Blue-senpai again? Not seeing how happy you make the people around you? Or-- or the stars?

[since, they're stargazing. right now. it's a grasp but the point is that there is beauty in the world, just as much as there is horror, and natsume's choosing to shun them both.

and for what?

subaru doesn't know if he can see any difference in natsume's golden eyes, if one is blinded and the other isn't, but he can't stop himself from trying anyway. how much is this school gonna take from his best friend? how much is natsume gonna let it?]

Why?