Ditched

He blinked. Surely there was some part of the psychology he had learned in his short thirteen years that would answer to this.

"People are different, no one's the same. Especially their way of thinking. To understand someone, you'd have to consider every variable in their life and they're current attitude. And some people don't know that they can get better by going with other people."

He stared at the strange girl. Was she ignorant to everything in the world? This girl was strangely innocent, to kind of everything. I mean, he knew several people who kept their problems to themselves, because they don't like trubling others with it, but also the same people just don't have an outlet, or some place to forget as she said. And if they forgot, they would feel emptiness.

'When did she jump to that conclusion?' More explaining, more talking. As long as the topic didn't switch to himself, he was fine with it. He was fine with everything that didn't involve his family.

"Not nessessarily. It just depends on how they act, what they believe. You might wat to find out why they smoke first. It might be an addiction; it might be because of their depression. A lot of people use not-so-good ways to soothe their problems." He stopped there, almost knowing she would most likely ask why, but didn't really feel the need to elaborate.

"You can easily make them stop by having this person feel more comfortable, do it in steps, try to befriend them, then tell them that smoking is bad and of sort. Just don't rush it," he said matter-of-factly, knowing fully well that it was easy to do this since it had works with quite a number of animals and his sister.

"But, if it's addiction, it's hard. Unless you can convince them that it is bad in health for them, they probably won't stop. They probably can't stop without good help," he added, remembering what a magazine had said about additiveness.

"Eh, no I don't. I just happen to like observing things," he said bluntly, while he was being truthful or not, it didn't really matter right now.

After all his schooling and lecturing sort of rambles, he finally found out that he sorta forgot what her initial question was. And her persistence reminded him.

"Well," he said sighing, "This person probably has had a bad past, using smoking as a depression therapy, and doesn't care overall for their physical health..." He stopped, thinking of the little parts that added up. Not caring, indifference, lack of empathy, it was really hard to try and figure out what goes on in their minds. Kiiroi, of course, had first hand experience, and that's probably what made him snap.

"If they don't care, it's a wonder why you would even try to help a hopeless person," he spat out, rudely, and glaring at the floor. "They're despicable people who don't think about others, even when they're trying to help. That's the type of people I hate the most," he vented, finally calming down. "Look, if you really want to help someone break out of a bad habit that they know isn't good for them but they don't care at all, make them care. That's all that matters."

"And it's psychiatrist."

She was probably the most simplest person he had ever met. She just thought differently from him, so he took her statements anyway.

"I have a right to my opinions, and I was generally saying those who don't care, they don't respect," he shrugged. "I've had experience with someone who doesn't care. You just took it differently."

"Jeez, after all that you'd think you'd have a better answer."

He sighed, eyes closing. "I meant, he was pretty lucky to have someone like you caring about him. He still doesn't care that you care about him. Make him respect that fact."

He looked out the window again, into the snow covered grounds. What was more hopeless than a firm thought on not changing? He might be a tad too critical with his views, and exclude himself in everything, but he knew that he had never tried to change his brother. It was wrong in him, but, as his brother, he knew and didn't try to change.

"Good bye, then!" he said, with the air and manner had he not just sprouted into a long winded explanation of things, and with a serene smile.