Komatsu Nana in Bakuman (2015)
dialogue prompts from how to be eaten: a novel by maria adelmann.
people know of you, but do they know you?
'absolute honesty' sounds like 'total crap', to me.
i do wonder what you've all heard about me.
i am just, in general, very hurt.
i know people don't like me.
whatever you heard, maybe it's not the whole story.
you can sell anything, if you know how to package it.
life shouldn't be lived behind a screen.
everything i have, i earned.
no pain without pleasure.
i should have known something was wrong.
what twenty-something hasn't fallen for some creepy asshole?
is originality the goal?
i wasn't special before this and i'm not special now.
i exist beyond your human concept of gender.
don't tell me that you liked me for my personality.
men don't have to pretend to be good.
when people recognize me, they cross the street.
the dead speak to you?
i don't have much room to call anyone else crazy.
nobody listens to what they don't want to hear.
do you really believe me? i don't blame you, if you don't.
i wouldn't waste a lot of time trying to figure out who believes you.
i was too tired to be afraid; or else, i was afraid all the time.
self-care is a neoliberal trap.
you need everything to be all fucked up.
i'm tired of treating you like shit.
i wouldn't even pay me to sleep with me.
a kid couldn't make up something like that.
you always need to be the most interesting person in the room.
thanks, mom, but i can take care of myself.
it's funny, how they can doubt you and blame you in the same breath.
you're always involved in some weirdo catastrophe.
it's easier to see the big picture when you're not involved.
it's easy to pretend you're too cool for something when you already have it.
one morning i tried to diy a sundial.
it's not so bad, kid. come out here and talk to me.
i wasn't actually trying to hurt you. i mean, physically.
if you lose your dignity while winning the game, have you really won?
i think martinis taste like pine trees.
it would've been good tv, but it was just real life.
i try not to waste too much time wanting things.
rich kids are 'inventive'. poor kids just lie.
there will always be a bunch of assholes who don't believe you.
not everything is a love story.
you have a lot of nightmares. what are they about?
where have you broken? where have you healed?
do you think you're capable of love?
i wanted to be me without the context.
my reputation has never been about me.
you look just like your picture.
what if, for some of us, moving on involves finding good in the bad?
talent doesn't mean as much as people pretend it does.
nothing's free and everything is sellable.
there are so many ways to be torn in half.
what would you do if you had money?
SOFTER: “ stop doing that— stop trying to hide your emotions from me. ” “ i can’t make you trust me. but i’m gonna stick around long enough for you to realize you can. ” “ not everyone is just gonna become another scar. some people will stay, if you let them. ” “ i feel like i’ve been living in a storm for so long, like i’m just drifting from wave or wave hoping i won’t drown. ” “ what happened to you? what made you so scared to stay still long enough to let someone in? ” “ i don’t wanna be scared anymore. ” “ even when you smile, your eyes are still sad. ” “ you’re safe with me. you can let go. breathe. ” “ i just want to belong somewhere again. or to someone, i guess. ” “ the thing about never having a home, is you don’t know what to do when you’re finally given one. you just feel like you’re waiting for something to take it away again. ” “ would you just sit still? you’re gonna get an infection if you don’t let me clean this up. ” “ i’m not gonna hurt you. i’m just here to help. ” “ close your eyes. go back to sleep. nothing can hurt you while i’m here. ” “ you looked so peaceful while you were sleeping…i couldn’t bring myself to wake you up. ” “ why do you trust me? ” “ don’t do that— don’t shut down on me. let me in. ” “ you were talking in your sleep again. i’m starting to think they’re memories and not just dreams. ” “ i’m not used to letting people close. i don’t like being vulnerable— but i want to, with you. i want to let you in. ” “ how did you get this scar? ” “ i don’t always need you to fix everything. i just— sometimes i just want you to listen. ” “ you’re so beautiful when you laugh. i wish i could see it more, but maybe it’s the rarity of it that makes it so captivating. ”
DARKER: “ every time i touch you, there’s a moment where you look like you think it will hurt. ” “ why aren’t you scared of me? ” “ you’d accept a caress from the same hands that leave you bruised, just to feel warm. ” “ i’ll kill anyone that makes you hurt like that again. i’d kill them just for taking your smile. ” “ i want to keep you all to myself. i don’t want anyone but us to know the things we do in secret. ” “ you’re mine now. and i won’t let anyone take you from me. ” “ would you kill for me? ” “ i’d cut my heart out and place it in your hands if it would prove my devotion to you. ” “ you love me so fiercely. i’m almost afraid of it. ” “ i know if anyone hurt me, you’d never let them see another day. and i think i like that a little too much. ” “ i know you’re dangerous, but i also know you won’t hurt me. you bark, and you growl, but you never bite. not me, at least. ” “ who hurt you? who made you so sad and lonely? tell me so i can make them pay. ” “ i don’t like the way they look at you. perhaps i’ll cut their eyes out. ” “ “ they hurt me. now i want you to make it better. make them hurt too. ” “ if anyone lays even a single finger on you, i’ll cut it off and feed it to them. ” “ yes. i killed them— but i did it for you. ” “ i had to do it. no one gets to make you sad and get away with it. ” “ i told you, i’ll love you no matter what. i’ll wipe the blood off your skin. i’ll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. i don’t care if you’re a monster. ” “ you should be scared of me. i like that you’re not. ” “ don’t you know my love could destroy you? ” “ come, sit in my lap and tell me whose blood i should spill tonight. ”