/ something something the inherent toxicity of them both seeing an idealised version of the other. fukuzawa doesn't know how war changed fukuchi. fukuchi doesn't know how assassinations changed fukuzawa. they both see shades of their former selves, not who the other really is.
( truthfully, it's neither of those—he'd hardly call himself any better at that than the average person. no, he's just familiar with this specific scenario. he's encountered it many times in his youth. )
hm. we grew up together. if you have questions or complaints, i'll listen.
( that pause…it's been a while, but he can remember it easily enough. it's the pause that people make when they're angry at genichiro, and are talking to fukuzawa, his closest friend. well. )
ah. then, good luck. both with the language and with him.
( oh, wow…how vigorous. briefly, he wonders if they could churn butter like this… )
our names share a character and pronunciation. quite a coincidence.