[ In the end, not so difficult to see she's brushed up on a depth of feeling on a topic — a person — who matters deeply to Fukami. She can set aside the question of where that feeling might once have come from, or if leaving for the sake of the person who matters to you is indeed choosing to break away, from what Fukami says of her first familiar. It matters, but to a different conversation than the one they've ended up having, or the one she ends up feeling she's touched upon now. ]
It is astounding, the lengths to which one might go for the sake of love and loyalty.
[ Perhaps too close to her own thoughts, projecting, because her tone turns into something quiet, inward looking; love being a word to encompass so many kinds of love, from the deep love between friends, the enduring love between family that may be a blessing or a noose around a neck, the love that turns toward romance, and all the multitude of loves that lay inbetween. It may not even be the right word applied to Fukami and Wadanohara, or it may, but to which kind she doesn't speculate over long. That's for him to know. It matters to him.
But it's a sentiment she's seen play to both good and ill elsewhere. Love turned into anger, envy, hatred, betrayal. Love between family members that lifts them up, or drags them down. She chooses to believe in those better forms of love, for any emotion means allowing in the pain, too, and not giving in to the darker side of any emotion. Not being twisted and turned into what was little more than a demon, or even further, allowing that demon in, or perverting the truth of a spirit one trusted as a friend.
I would not have you see what I become. ]
Such loyalty is nothing to take lightly. [ Sadness draws the corner of her lips into a frown, something that fades and mixes into a resolve that does not make it better, but gives her a focus. The world stands more important. It has to. Yet if there's a chance... the tinkle of glass she sweeps up and stands with is the only sound that accompanies her, swift and light on her feet as she moves toward one semi-clear tabletop. ]
May you find your way back to your Wadanohara sooner rather than later.
[ May she not decide for you what it is you're allowed to walk alongside her. May you never need to worry about changing her heart for giving in to a grief so large, she doesn't know how to see beyond it, only how to look backward to move forward. ]
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It is astounding, the lengths to which one might go for the sake of love and loyalty.
[ Perhaps too close to her own thoughts, projecting, because her tone turns into something quiet, inward looking; love being a word to encompass so many kinds of love, from the deep love between friends, the enduring love between family that may be a blessing or a noose around a neck, the love that turns toward romance, and all the multitude of loves that lay inbetween. It may not even be the right word applied to Fukami and Wadanohara, or it may, but to which kind she doesn't speculate over long. That's for him to know. It matters to him.
But it's a sentiment she's seen play to both good and ill elsewhere. Love turned into anger, envy, hatred, betrayal. Love between family members that lifts them up, or drags them down. She chooses to believe in those better forms of love, for any emotion means allowing in the pain, too, and not giving in to the darker side of any emotion. Not being twisted and turned into what was little more than a demon, or even further, allowing that demon in, or perverting the truth of a spirit one trusted as a friend.
I would not have you see what I become. ]
Such loyalty is nothing to take lightly. [ Sadness draws the corner of her lips into a frown, something that fades and mixes into a resolve that does not make it better, but gives her a focus. The world stands more important. It has to. Yet if there's a chance... the tinkle of glass she sweeps up and stands with is the only sound that accompanies her, swift and light on her feet as she moves toward one semi-clear tabletop. ]
May you find your way back to your Wadanohara sooner rather than later.
[ May she not decide for you what it is you're allowed to walk alongside her. May you never need to worry about changing her heart for giving in to a grief so large, she doesn't know how to see beyond it, only how to look backward to move forward. ]