[Doppio's eyes linger nowhere for too long. Not on any of the houses or the street they stand in or the people surrounding them; every time, he finds something else to look at so quickly that he thinks the constant movement must be what's making him feel ever so slightly queasy.
There's an easy excuse; he's still trying to figure out what it is, exactly, that he's feeling. Then it hits him, and the excuse is gone, but he still doesn't want to look anywhere. He ends up looking at the Boss, and he does feel a pang of guilt when another realisation ensues: somehow, it's easier to look at the Boss than at anything else here, and that's...
Now that, he doesn't know what it makes him feel. Everything is different. Everything has GROWN different, and yet--]
W... Why are we here? Why'd you want me to see this?
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There's an easy excuse; he's still trying to figure out what it is, exactly, that he's feeling. Then it hits him, and the excuse is gone, but he still doesn't want to look anywhere. He ends up looking at the Boss, and he does feel a pang of guilt when another realisation ensues: somehow, it's easier to look at the Boss than at anything else here, and that's...
Now that, he doesn't know what it makes him feel. Everything is different. Everything has GROWN different, and yet--]
W... Why are we here? Why'd you want me to see this?
[Why are they looking back this far?]