[If she's going to sandwich paws him, he will sandwich paws her back, cut palm and everything. He's not normally a very tactile blade, but it's a little easier when that connection and camaraderie already feels like it exists.
He's quiet for a second, though, considering what she's said.]
Inhuman things can also have great strength of heart. [Like Buzen...] But I take it that you mean something has felt-- damaged within you, lately...?
[A curious note, since he isn't sure, and he can only put it into sword terms, but.]
[she says, slowly. it's alright, she's not sure how to put it either. her emotions are so compacted and crunched into an aluminum foil ball that will explode if you put it in the microwave. the microwave is murdergame. i should go to bed my metaphors are starting to get fucking insane]
Unprepared? [that doesn't feel right either.] ... Unfit.
He'll listen to her as she struggles her way through this, though, patient. It's a familiar struggle. He also has no fucking idea how hearts work or what feelings are or how it all goes together.]
Mm... Too much, because there's so much to feel? Not enough, because you don't find your response to these things adequate?
[Trying to piece things together, word by word, looking up toward her face with a quiet, unreadable expression.]
[There's a little part of him that's satisfied to actually get that right, even if he's like, GREAT NOW WHAT. He can put it into words, but he sure doesn't have any wise advice to give... So he just gives her hands a little squeeze in return.]
...Hearts are messy, terrible things, even if they are also strong. They don't follow logical paths, and they won't listen to you. It's hard to tell what things are enough and what things aren't, or to gauge how to navigate it all. I wish that I could tell you it becomes easier with time, but I don't know that it does.
[He's three years and counting and it STILL SUCKS, FRANKLY!!!! He is so terrible at cheering people up amen.]
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He's quiet for a second, though, considering what she's said.]
Inhuman things can also have great strength of heart. [Like Buzen...] But I take it that you mean something has felt-- damaged within you, lately...?
[A curious note, since he isn't sure, and he can only put it into sword terms, but.]
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[she says, slowly. it's alright, she's not sure how to put it either. her emotions are so compacted and crunched into an aluminum foil ball that will explode if you put it in the microwave. the microwave is murdergame. i should go to bed my metaphors are starting to get fucking insane]
Unprepared? [that doesn't feel right either.] ... Unfit.
[a pause.] Too much and not enough.
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He'll listen to her as she struggles her way through this, though, patient. It's a familiar struggle. He also has no fucking idea how hearts work or what feelings are or how it all goes together.]
Mm... Too much, because there's so much to feel? Not enough, because you don't find your response to these things adequate?
[Trying to piece things together, word by word, looking up toward her face with a quiet, unreadable expression.]
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she's quiet for a minute.]
Yes. That's... exactly it. [she says, holding his hands a little more tightly. it's a little overwhelming, the way he put it into words.]
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...Hearts are messy, terrible things, even if they are also strong. They don't follow logical paths, and they won't listen to you. It's hard to tell what things are enough and what things aren't, or to gauge how to navigate it all. I wish that I could tell you it becomes easier with time, but I don't know that it does.
[He's three years and counting and it STILL SUCKS, FRANKLY!!!! He is so terrible at cheering people up amen.]