[ Maybe it's since it's all in the face of the most senseless violence Daniel has ever witnessed - which is saying something, considering the sheer amount of senseless violence he's been around or been the target of ever since he was young - but the other's outfit and the odd eyes don't even really register with Daniel.
Instead the man only looks more horrified in the light of John's initial statement - that sometimes it's worse. Daniel can hardly imagine it, feels his stomach turning right over inside of him.
It might be why his answer is just a beat or two delayed, belatedly registering that John's even asking him something to begin with.
He decides to tear his gaze away from the ring, instead looking over at the other. ]
Not this kind of fighting. [ Mister Miyagi would find this horrific too. It's the only thought Daniel finds solace in at the moment, though it is also just a touch relieving to find someone speaking to him in a relatively warm and friendly way. Not that a lack of friendliness is a problem in the local populace - if anything, they're almost too friendly, but about the wrong things entirely. ] It isn't supposed to be about-- about this.
[ It feels so basic to him that Daniel has trouble putting it even into words, his hands trying to carry what words can't, gesturing without any real meaning. ]
This isn't how anyone is supposed to treat other people.
[ There's something a little desperate in his gaze, like he's truly hoping John will actually understand. It feels like no one else in this crowd does, and it's maddening to feel like the only sane person in a space. ]
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Instead the man only looks more horrified in the light of John's initial statement - that sometimes it's worse. Daniel can hardly imagine it, feels his stomach turning right over inside of him.
It might be why his answer is just a beat or two delayed, belatedly registering that John's even asking him something to begin with.
He decides to tear his gaze away from the ring, instead looking over at the other. ]
Not this kind of fighting. [ Mister Miyagi would find this horrific too. It's the only thought Daniel finds solace in at the moment, though it is also just a touch relieving to find someone speaking to him in a relatively warm and friendly way. Not that a lack of friendliness is a problem in the local populace - if anything, they're almost too friendly, but about the wrong things entirely. ] It isn't supposed to be about-- about this.
[ It feels so basic to him that Daniel has trouble putting it even into words, his hands trying to carry what words can't, gesturing without any real meaning. ]
This isn't how anyone is supposed to treat other people.
[ There's something a little desperate in his gaze, like he's truly hoping John will actually understand. It feels like no one else in this crowd does, and it's maddening to feel like the only sane person in a space. ]