Senshi is not outside listening when all of this is going on.
He can't be: he's too busy in the kitchens of the grand hall, cooking and directing others on cooking the meal they'll have in celebration of the victory.
Which is not to say that Senshi isn't listening to the speech, to the litany of the dead. He's using his ethernet device to listen as the Admiral honors the dead and returns them to the sea they loved, the sea they sailed together.
He knows too few of the names.
He knows too many of the names.
But all of them died fighting for the freedom they believed in, and managed to better an Imperial fleet.
To mourn them is appropriate. To not live the life they fought to defend?
Unthinkable.
And so, Senshi cooks for those who still live and therefore still have the priviledge and duty to eat, hoping to throw a feast worthy of their wake.
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He can't be: he's too busy in the kitchens of the grand hall, cooking and directing others on cooking the meal they'll have in celebration of the victory.
Which is not to say that Senshi isn't listening to the speech, to the litany of the dead. He's using his ethernet device to listen as the Admiral honors the dead and returns them to the sea they loved, the sea they sailed together.
He knows too few of the names.
He knows too many of the names.
But all of them died fighting for the freedom they believed in, and managed to better an Imperial fleet.
To mourn them is appropriate. To not live the life they fought to defend?
Unthinkable.
And so, Senshi cooks for those who still live and therefore still have the priviledge and duty to eat, hoping to throw a feast worthy of their wake.