[Kariya has been sitting quietly, his hands in his lap, lost in his own thoughts and worries--his own failures. Things had gone so wrong. Death is supposed to end one's worries, but he's still worried about the people he left behind.
When Lancer speaks, he glances up suddenly. He hadn't forgotten that Lancer was there, but he'd been so distracted by his own thoughts, and the other had seemed to be the same.]
Hello. [If they're in this together, he should introduce himself, shouldn't he? There's no need for formality.] I'm Kariya. It's--nice to meet you.
[It's an awkward circumstance in which to meet someone, but the pleasantry comes out before he can stop it.]
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When Lancer speaks, he glances up suddenly. He hadn't forgotten that Lancer was there, but he'd been so distracted by his own thoughts, and the other had seemed to be the same.]
Hello. [If they're in this together, he should introduce himself, shouldn't he? There's no need for formality.] I'm Kariya. It's--nice to meet you.
[It's an awkward circumstance in which to meet someone, but the pleasantry comes out before he can stop it.]