You can go first if you have a story in mind. I keep trying to decide between a few good ones.
[ Between his life experiences and all the books he's read it's difficult to narrow down. He's trying to at least pick something that isn't too complicated or long. ]
Um... The first comic book I ever read in English was Falconeye. It was uh... Hawkingbird going back into the past and meeting the person who would become her mentor. They clicked really easily. So um... I guess it was really nice to think that people who are friends would be friends no matter what.
That's probably one of my favorite comic books. Especially when it comes to one shots.
[ Comic books huh? Which of his stories has a true hero in it? Several actually. Matt nods at Izuku as he listens. ]
That is a nice thought, that some connections between people are meant to be because they fit together that well. Relationships like that are precious. Do you have anyone in your life like that?
It isn't always romantic per se, it's more of a "finding people who fully accept you" thing. You still have time, you never know what will happen.
[ Take him for example, a year ago he felt lucky just to have a best friend and a niece who looked up to him, now he has a number of new friends and has more than two people he'd consider truly close. It's starting to look like he might even have his own family someday. ]
[ Matt straightens up and pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. ]
There was a man living in rural India, Dashrath Manjhi. His wife, the love of his life fell ill but there was no doctor in the village where they lived who could treat her. So he hurried to the nearest hospital but to get there he had to take a long road around the nearby Gehlour hills. Sadly, by the time he had access to a doctor his wife had passed away.
So he made a decision in honor of his wife to create a shorter road from his home village to the town where the hospital was located. He took a hammer and a chisel and began to carve a path straight through the hills with his own two hands. The people thought he was crazy but he kept his head down and kept working. Eventually, others began to understand his effort and brought him food and new tools. He spent twenty-two years digging until at last, he had cleared a safe path to the other side. Thanks to his effort the distance between his village and the nearest hospital went from about eighty kilometers to three and life for those living in his village improved thanks to his work.
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Exchange favorite stories? That shouldn't be too hard.
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Okay, should I start or do you want to?
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[ Between his life experiences and all the books he's read it's difficult to narrow down. He's trying to at least pick something that isn't too complicated or long. ]
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That's probably one of my favorite comic books. Especially when it comes to one shots.
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That is a nice thought, that some connections between people are meant to be because they fit together that well. Relationships like that are precious. Do you have anyone in your life like that?
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Um... Me? No. I can't think of anybody I'm that close to. Maybe that's my own fault though...
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[ Take him for example, a year ago he felt lucky just to have a best friend and a niece who looked up to him, now he has a number of new friends and has more than two people he'd consider truly close. It's starting to look like he might even have his own family someday. ]
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Uh... What about you? What's your favorite story?
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There was a man living in rural India, Dashrath Manjhi. His wife, the love of his life fell ill but there was no doctor in the village where they lived who could treat her. So he hurried to the nearest hospital but to get there he had to take a long road around the nearby Gehlour hills. Sadly, by the time he had access to a doctor his wife had passed away.
So he made a decision in honor of his wife to create a shorter road from his home village to the town where the hospital was located. He took a hammer and a chisel and began to carve a path straight through the hills with his own two hands. The people thought he was crazy but he kept his head down and kept working. Eventually, others began to understand his effort and brought him food and new tools. He spent twenty-two years digging until at last, he had cleared a safe path to the other side. Thanks to his effort the distance between his village and the nearest hospital went from about eighty kilometers to three and life for those living in his village improved thanks to his work.