Souji's parents in the light novel version of episode 2:
“...This was my dream, you know.”
My mother raised her face to heaven with lips tinged with drool and an expression of ecstasy on her face.
“Souji, your mother grew up with an aggravated case of chuunibyou. I passed my days dreaming of becoming a heroine who protected the world, and it finally didn’t come true and I became a mother of one. But, listen, I passed that dream down through the umbilical cord, and entrusted it to you.”
“What are you doing to your kid before he’s even born!!”
With a little effort this could probably have become a moving, unforgettable conversation between parent and child, but my mom was talking about the errors of her youth.
“And your late father, he was also ------ a terminal chuunibyou patient.”
“Is that something you pause before saying? ...Dad had a bad case of chuunibyou too......”
My eyes feel itchy, and not because I’m about to cry.
“We fell in love in an instant, and threw our chuuni back and forth at each other to our hearts’ content, wishing together. Dad also wanted very, very much to be a hero. He’d make stories where he became a hero in great detail, and he let me hear about them! At the end, he’d even tell me how he felt when he powered up and things like that.”
“Stop-- I think I’m about to run into the front hall and smash his portrait!!”
I pressed my hands against my skull as if under assault by ultrasonic waves.
Just listening to these memories feels like it’s blocking the blood vessels in my brain.
“But the situation your mother hoped for the most was to get close to a young man from the enemy organization and fall in love with each other. On the other hand, your father also dreamt of exactly the opposite situation, so we fought with each other on countless occasions! To be honest, several times we decided to break up because of that.”
English is not my strong point at all, but right now I think I could fluently say “OH MY GOD!”
Someone who tries to put on a bracelet that transforms you into a young girl when they ask to share a table seems normal.
My parents, on countless occasions, fought and broke up for reasons as irrational as any in the world - it’s too heavy for the heart of a boy in adolescence. It’s very difficult to take.
“In the winter of our third year, you know. Your heartbroken mother said, “Let’s try a setting where a boy and girl who are always at each others’ throats are drawn to each other,” as a concession, but your father insisted that it had to be forbidden love with the female commander of the enemy forces (wearing body armor like a swimsuit) and refused to compromise. Even our relationship can only go so far... that’s about the time I started to resign myself to that. ...Sou-chan. I realized that you were in my belly around...”
Ectoplasm is coming out of my mouth. I can’t push it back in, my hands have no strength.
Dating each other with messed up fantasies, and then a shotgun marriage.
This kind of parents.
What do I do, what am I supposed to do with these frustrated feelings.
Something even heavier than the peace of the planet Earth is settling onto my shoulders.
“After that we got along with each other so well that it seemed unbelievable... heh heh, we often said that our child was the tie between us.”
That might have been true in my mother’s relationship, but when I hear that right now I feel pain like a spike being driven through my head.
To think Souji's parents were like that, and maybe still are.
Wishing for this kind of situation.
It is thanks to Thouars gadgets, Souji's love for twintails and Aika's constant domestic violence I guess.
I cannot help but to laugh at Aika and Thouars pair. |