“No one has ever given me a name.”
No one cared about her enough to name her.
He has given up on bothering to remember his own.
She was a prostitute, locked up for too long, crippled by a blade to her leg.
He was a bandit, whose family was killed by the plague and who has no choice but to kill so he can have 3 more days worth of food.
But neither of those things really mattered. The two of them had no place in the world.
“It’s going to be fine, it’s going to be fine, it’s going to be fine…”
He said that to his younger siblings when they were being burned to death by the people that he trusted.
“I want to see the moon.”
She said that as she laid in a cave, dying.
Giniro is a tragedy. I knew that from the beginning. What I didn’t know that it’s going to be like Air and Narcissu. I think that the same people who worked on Giniro later went on to create narcissu (a track from Side 2nd is from Giniro, and the last line is almost identical to the first line of Giniro). When the iris showed up, I couldn’t take it anymore. It was likeKanna juggling in air, it was like Mariam’s last prayer in A thousand splendid suns. It was beautiful, but I wish with all my heart that these two innocent people didn’t have to go through the things placed in front of them.