It was not a satisfying answer. [is her reply, to his thoughts. so yeah, a little. it feels bad, like the way buzen and matsui explained to her weeks ago when d killed someone - like an extension of her is responsible for hurting an extension of fei du.
so now she doesn't know if she deserves to be sad about her teammate dying? she doesn't know if she deserves to get to feel emotions. she's been struggling with it since they came back from the beach. what she deserves, and what she doesn't.
her thoughts are a mess, but - he can probably pick up the gist of that. it's something like i don't know if i deserve a cheese and rang is going to think i'm so uncool for this ]
[Rang releases his hand on his axe and instead holds it out for Shenhe, motioning for her to give him her hand.
He doesn't normally touch people, besides Matsui -- and Matsui had been born from a promise they'd made on the other side. Now, he holds out his hand for the only person here who knows how it felt back when they were weapons, and the only person to call him a friend. The movement is a little hesitant still, like he expects Shenhe to stand tall on her own,]
I don't think it was either.
[A lot of them were angry and sad.]
I think you deserve to be angry and sad too. Wolfwood is yours. I know how hard you worked to save him, how hard you'd try to save him here and now.
[he motions, and without hesitation she reaches for him in return, taking his hand without any sort of reservation. it's easy. this is confident, even if nothing else is, because this is what you do with friends. they reach for you, and you reach for them.
you deserve to be angry and sad too, he says, and she exhales a little harshly, reaching to rub at her face.]
He went out to get points. [...] He must have thought we were close enough to be in first.
[so... yeah. maybe she is a little angry and sad. because it didn't have to be like this. it wasn't even people picking off a team that had three members.]
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It was not a satisfying answer. [is her reply, to his thoughts. so yeah, a little. it feels bad, like the way buzen and matsui explained to her weeks ago when d killed someone - like an extension of her is responsible for hurting an extension of fei du.
so now she doesn't know if she deserves to be sad about her teammate dying? she doesn't know if she deserves to get to feel emotions. she's been struggling with it since they came back from the beach. what she deserves, and what she doesn't.
her thoughts are a mess, but - he can probably pick up the gist of that. it's something like i don't know if i deserve a cheese and rang is going to think i'm so uncool for this ]
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He doesn't normally touch people, besides Matsui -- and Matsui had been born from a promise they'd made on the other side. Now, he holds out his hand for the only person here who knows how it felt back when they were weapons, and the only person to call him a friend. The movement is a little hesitant still, like he expects Shenhe to stand tall on her own,]
I don't think it was either.
[A lot of them were angry and sad.]
I think you deserve to be angry and sad too. Wolfwood is yours. I know how hard you worked to save him, how hard you'd try to save him here and now.
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you deserve to be angry and sad too, he says, and she exhales a little harshly, reaching to rub at her face.]
He went out to get points. [...] He must have thought we were close enough to be in first.
[so... yeah. maybe she is a little angry and sad. because it didn't have to be like this. it wasn't even people picking off a team that had three members.]