Kanata, Misella and Vicious are travelling through some grassy hills. Kanata remarks they should stop worrying about liquor and consider food. They could hunt or fish, but they don't have anything to season it with.
Meanwhile, Misella is just munching down on some grass. She is apparently starving.
Kanata: You should have said something! I'll cook you a proper meal! Come on, Vicious, let's go hunting. We'll make sure Misella eats the finest monster meat tonight. Vicious: Ehhh, I ain't feelin' it. Besides, she's already got a belly full'a grass, yeah? I'm sure she's fine with that. Misella: Yes. I'm fine. Kanata: When you say you're fine while grimacing, it rather undermines your point. Wait here, Misella, I'll cook you up some game.
A bit later on, Kanata has some meat for her.
Misella: Thank you, Kanata, but I don't need any. Kanata: What? But it's fresh meat! Is something wrong with it? Vicious: She a vegetarian or something? Kanata: No, Misella loves meat. Whenever we had it at the shelter, she ate more than anyone. Misella: No, really. *Munch* I'm fine. *Crunch* This is all I need. Kanata: Misella, what are you eating? Misella: Soybeans.
Kanata reacts in horror.
Kanata: Whaaat?! Raw soybeans?! By themselves?! Misella: It's fine, Kanata. They say soybeans are the meat of the field. If you close your eyes and ignore the texture, and also pretend it tastes completely different, then it isn't entirely dissimilar to meat. Yes. *Munch* It's more like meat with each bite. *Snarf* Except for the flavor and texture and smell. But if I fully devote myself to imagining it as meat, then I'm sure at some point... Kanata: Misella, you're obviously preoccupied with meat, so stop playing mind games with yourself and eat the ACTUAL meat! Misella: Oh, I don't need that. I have my soybeans. You know, the meat of the field. Field meat. Ergo, meat. Kanata: I'm telling you, you don't need to trick yourself! Vicious: Hoo-boy, this one...
Misella continues to eat.
Misella: Mmm. *Munch* Meat. So good. Vicious: That ain't meat, kid. That ain't even soybeans. You're still chowin' down on grass. Misella: You don't understand. If soybeans are the meat of the field, then grass is the meat of the prairie. And meat is meat. Kanata: That doesn't even make sense! Misella, I'm begging you to eat this! I made it for you! Misella: Is that... pork miso soup? Kanata: Yes, it's pork miso soup! Your favorite! Aren't you hungry? Don't you want to eat some REAL meat? Misella: ...No. I don't want it. I'm happy with this. In fact, I'm so full now.
Misella's stomach growls even as she ineffectually continues to try to deny it.
Kanata: Why are you doing this to yourself? I don't understand! Misella: I'm not... doing anything...
Vicious, who has been watching all this while rolling his eyes, finally breaks in.
Vicious: This is goddamn pathetic. Hell, you're actually scared, ain'tcha? Scared of happiness. Misella: ......! Kanata: Scared... of happiness? Vicious: Wah, you're a transgressor. Wah, you murdered someone. Wah, you don't deserve to laugh or smile or experience joy ever again. Bah! Pathetic! Misella: What the hell do you know about the way I feel? Yes, I've decided to live on despite what I've done, but that doesn't mean I'm not stained by my crime. I killed someone. I murdered Nisha. Kanata: Misella... Misella: But being with you, Kanata? It makes me feel better. And going on a journey like this is... Well, it might actually be fun. Laughing together... Telling stories over pork miso soup... That would be so wonderful! And THAT is what I'm afraid of. Being so heartless a person that I could commit a crime and enjoy myself like nothing happened.
Misella looks fraught, and Kanata has turned somber.
Vicious: Like I said, pathetic. Wake up and accept that you're garbage already. Kanata: Vicious! Don't you dare call her that! Vicious: What you did ain't ever gonna change, but you're still choosin' to live on. Livin' ain't eatin' grass. It's gettin' mad, and cryin', and laughin', and cryin' again, then laughin' and gettin' mad some more, and then maybe more laughin'. All you can do is put it behind you and smile like the human trash you are.
Vicious looks a bit distant at this. Probably he is not just talking about Misella.
Misella: ... Kanata: I'm so sorry, Misella. I didn't realize you felt that way. But even despite all that, I want you to be happy! Misella: Kanata... Kanata: Now have some pork miso soup before it gets cold. Misella: ...Okay.
She finally eats some soup.
Misella: ...! This is... Kanata: Ah, you noticed. It's a little different from my usual recipe. I didn't have any actual miso, so I used a miso-like substance I extracted from the monster. Misella: Miso-like... substance... Vicious: Welcome to Kanata's. Where good intentions and bad decisions meet. Misella: Um... This is Kanata's pork miso soup. It's going to be delicious. This is Kanata's pork miso soup. It's going to be delicious. Kanata: Well, Misella? Is it good? Misella: It's... delicious... Kanata. Kanata: I'm so glad! You have some too, Vicious. There's plenty to go around. Vicious: Nah, I'm good. Stuffed, even.
The Meat of the Field
Kanata, Misella and Vicious are travelling through some grassy hills. Kanata remarks they should stop worrying about liquor and consider food. They could hunt or fish, but they don't have anything to season it with.
Meanwhile, Misella is just munching down on some grass. She is apparently starving.
Kanata: You should have said something! I'll cook you a proper meal! Come on, Vicious, let's go hunting. We'll make sure Misella eats the finest monster meat tonight.
Vicious: Ehhh, I ain't feelin' it. Besides, she's already got a belly full'a grass, yeah? I'm sure she's fine with that.
Misella: Yes. I'm fine.
Kanata: When you say you're fine while grimacing, it rather undermines your point. Wait here, Misella, I'll cook you up some game.
A bit later on, Kanata has some meat for her.
Misella: Thank you, Kanata, but I don't need any.
Kanata: What? But it's fresh meat! Is something wrong with it?
Vicious: She a vegetarian or something?
Kanata: No, Misella loves meat. Whenever we had it at the shelter, she ate more than anyone.
Misella: No, really. *Munch* I'm fine. *Crunch* This is all I need.
Kanata: Misella, what are you eating?
Misella: Soybeans.
Kanata reacts in horror.
Kanata: Whaaat?! Raw soybeans?! By themselves?!
Misella: It's fine, Kanata. They say soybeans are the meat of the field. If you close your eyes and ignore the texture, and also pretend it tastes completely different, then it isn't entirely dissimilar to meat. Yes. *Munch* It's more like meat with each bite. *Snarf* Except for the flavor and texture and smell. But if I fully devote myself to imagining it as meat, then I'm sure at some point...
Kanata: Misella, you're obviously preoccupied with meat, so stop playing mind games with yourself and eat the ACTUAL meat!
Misella: Oh, I don't need that. I have my soybeans. You know, the meat of the field. Field meat. Ergo, meat.
Kanata: I'm telling you, you don't need to trick yourself!
Vicious: Hoo-boy, this one...
Misella continues to eat.
Misella: Mmm. *Munch* Meat. So good.
Vicious: That ain't meat, kid. That ain't even soybeans. You're still chowin' down on grass.
Misella: You don't understand. If soybeans are the meat of the field, then grass is the meat of the prairie. And meat is meat.
Kanata: That doesn't even make sense! Misella, I'm begging you to eat this! I made it for you!
Misella: Is that... pork miso soup?
Kanata: Yes, it's pork miso soup! Your favorite! Aren't you hungry? Don't you want to eat some REAL meat?
Misella: ...No. I don't want it. I'm happy with this. In fact, I'm so full now.
Misella's stomach growls even as she ineffectually continues to try to deny it.
Kanata: Why are you doing this to yourself? I don't understand!
Misella: I'm not... doing anything...
Vicious, who has been watching all this while rolling his eyes, finally breaks in.
Vicious: This is goddamn pathetic. Hell, you're actually scared, ain'tcha? Scared of happiness.
Misella: ......!
Kanata: Scared... of happiness?
Vicious: Wah, you're a transgressor. Wah, you murdered someone. Wah, you don't deserve to laugh or smile or experience joy ever again. Bah! Pathetic!
Misella: What the hell do you know about the way I feel? Yes, I've decided to live on despite what I've done, but that doesn't mean I'm not stained by my crime. I killed someone. I murdered Nisha.
Kanata: Misella...
Misella: But being with you, Kanata? It makes me feel better. And going on a journey like this is... Well, it might actually be fun. Laughing together... Telling stories over pork miso soup... That would be so wonderful! And THAT is what I'm afraid of. Being so heartless a person that I could commit a crime and enjoy myself like nothing happened.
Misella looks fraught, and Kanata has turned somber.
Vicious: Like I said, pathetic. Wake up and accept that you're garbage already.
Kanata: Vicious! Don't you dare call her that!
Vicious: What you did ain't ever gonna change, but you're still choosin' to live on. Livin' ain't eatin' grass. It's gettin' mad, and cryin', and laughin', and cryin' again, then laughin' and gettin' mad some more, and then maybe more laughin'. All you can do is put it behind you and smile like the human trash you are.
Vicious looks a bit distant at this. Probably he is not just talking about Misella.
Misella: ...
Kanata: I'm so sorry, Misella. I didn't realize you felt that way. But even despite all that, I want you to be happy!
Misella: Kanata...
Kanata: Now have some pork miso soup before it gets cold.
Misella: ...Okay.
She finally eats some soup.
Misella: ...! This is...
Kanata: Ah, you noticed. It's a little different from my usual recipe. I didn't have any actual miso, so I used a miso-like substance I extracted from the monster.
Misella: Miso-like... substance...
Vicious: Welcome to Kanata's. Where good intentions and bad decisions meet.
Misella: Um... This is Kanata's pork miso soup. It's going to be delicious. This is Kanata's pork miso soup. It's going to be delicious.
Kanata: Well, Misella? Is it good?
Misella: It's... delicious... Kanata.
Kanata: I'm so glad! You have some too, Vicious. There's plenty to go around.
Vicious: Nah, I'm good. Stuffed, even.