[ Belatedly, I return, with (over-length) written starter: ]
[ His English isn't bad. Teru is a studious boy, always has been, and he's been absorbing the knowledge of the foreign language as diligently as everything else. Even though his mouth wouldn't manage to form all of the sounds correctly, he never felt his grasp on the language was particularly lacking. That was in the classroom.
Now, surrounded by nothing but speech in this foreign tongue, he's not quite as sure anymore. It's not that it's difficult so much that it's disorienting. To be fair, that goes for most of the situation. In one moment you're wondering how you'll ever find a place to live and find enough money to continue your desired formal education, in the next you're in England, inside a beautifully build orphanage for geniuses. It's a lot to take in and even though the jet lag is finally wearing off, Teru hasn't found it easy to adjust at all. He wakes up every morning, wishing he knew where he was, wishing he could go downstairs and proceed as usual. He doesn't think he misses his mother, but he misses their small flat and he misses the silence in the afternoon.
They gave him a new name - that part had been difficult. When he heard that some of the names were nouns, Teru thought 'Tidy' was a very nice word, but Watari smiled softly and insisted it's not quite right for him. Teru thinks Watari is a strange man. Next he meant to suggest 'Teiji' written with the 'righteous' kanji but then it occurred to him that he'd been advised to keep all his private information - including nationality - a secret. It doesn't sit well with him. Secrets can get so close to lying and lying can be quite unrighteous.
Watari calls him Truth now. That's how he's meant to introduce himself. It sounds strange. Teru is Teru, but not anymore.
Truth, former Teru, doesn't know what to do with the free time hours of the afternoon. His current occupation is standing to the side of the common room, staring at absolutely nothing. ]
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[ His English isn't bad. Teru is a studious boy, always has been, and he's been absorbing the knowledge of the foreign language as diligently as everything else. Even though his mouth wouldn't manage to form all of the sounds correctly, he never felt his grasp on the language was particularly lacking. That was in the classroom.
Now, surrounded by nothing but speech in this foreign tongue, he's not quite as sure anymore. It's not that it's difficult so much that it's disorienting.
To be fair, that goes for most of the situation. In one moment you're wondering how you'll ever find a place to live and find enough money to continue your desired formal education, in the next you're in England, inside a beautifully build orphanage for geniuses. It's a lot to take in and even though the jet lag is finally wearing off, Teru hasn't found it easy to adjust at all. He wakes up every morning, wishing he knew where he was, wishing he could go downstairs and proceed as usual. He doesn't think he misses his mother, but he misses their small flat and he misses the silence in the afternoon.
They gave him a new name - that part had been difficult. When he heard that some of the names were nouns, Teru thought 'Tidy' was a very nice word, but Watari smiled softly and insisted it's not quite right for him. Teru thinks Watari is a strange man. Next he meant to suggest 'Teiji' written with the 'righteous' kanji but then it occurred to him that he'd been advised to keep all his private information - including nationality - a secret. It doesn't sit well with him. Secrets can get so close to lying and lying can be quite unrighteous.
Watari calls him Truth now. That's how he's meant to introduce himself. It sounds strange. Teru is Teru, but not anymore.
Truth, former Teru, doesn't know what to do with the free time hours of the afternoon. His current occupation is standing to the side of the common room, staring at absolutely nothing. ]