[she won't minimize this grief he's carrying by telling him it was inevitable, or most of them was still a victory. those are things he knows, things he feels - but this still hurts. it hurts every time you can't save everyone. it doesn't mean that one won't haunt him like a ghost, a chain about his neck.
instead, she'll exist, reaching to take his other hand, and warm that one as well. it's another injury to patch up, to stitch closed. more blood to lose.]
[Well, it's the sort of thing that's said, isn't it? He'll let her hold both his hands, staring down at the kotatsu's wooden top in thought, which means his gaze drifts across her glasses. It's strange when they're usually such a constant fixture on her face.]
You know, I've been wondering why you wear these... Is it for the look? Err... the glasses, sorry.
It's all right. I'm surprised you didn't ask about it sooner...I mean, it's a little silly, isn't it? To wear them when I don't need them. But...they were a gift from my father, the same as my cane.
[though they had come later, more as an accessory to feel confident than for any real purpose. the cane had been essential, was so even when it had felt heavier in her hands, and then these...they had talked about "sharing eyes". leave it to him to make such a metaphor real.]
They're his old ones. He said I looked like a proper scholar with them on - I feel they're more like a good luck charm than anything else.
[So it's not that silly, right? He'd figured it would have been a little rude to ask... but she doesn't seem too bothered by it at least. He understands perfectly, more in bones than heart, the holding onto of objects once someone else's... even if it's complex, because he can't help but wonder given her mention of being trapped behind glass, her understanding of the way he lives not feeling great.]
Your father, huh. Haha, well, he's not wrong about that at least. You do look like you could be a librarian or scientist with them...
[It's a tiny little suspicion... he's been wrong about people before, too. He'll fold it up in wax paper. To someone from his world, the concept of sharing eyes would have been quite sensical if literal, to even greater extent beyond these two ways of perceiving the world.]
Kinda strange, thinking about it... Wonder when they got associated.
[Definitely at the point of Helena's old-timey year if this is any indication. A good luck charm...]
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[she won't minimize this grief he's carrying by telling him it was inevitable, or most of them was still a victory. those are things he knows, things he feels - but this still hurts. it hurts every time you can't save everyone. it doesn't mean that one won't haunt him like a ghost, a chain about his neck.
instead, she'll exist, reaching to take his other hand, and warm that one as well. it's another injury to patch up, to stitch closed. more blood to lose.]
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[Well, it's the sort of thing that's said, isn't it? He'll let her hold both his hands, staring down at the kotatsu's wooden top in thought, which means his gaze drifts across her glasses. It's strange when they're usually such a constant fixture on her face.]
You know, I've been wondering why you wear these... Is it for the look? Err... the glasses, sorry.
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[though they had come later, more as an accessory to feel confident than for any real purpose. the cane had been essential, was so even when it had felt heavier in her hands, and then these...they had talked about "sharing eyes". leave it to him to make such a metaphor real.]
They're his old ones. He said I looked like a proper scholar with them on - I feel they're more like a good luck charm than anything else.
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[So it's not that silly, right? He'd figured it would have been a little rude to ask... but she doesn't seem too bothered by it at least. He understands perfectly, more in bones than heart, the holding onto of objects once someone else's... even if it's complex, because he can't help but wonder given her mention of being trapped behind glass, her understanding of the way he lives not feeling great.]
Your father, huh. Haha, well, he's not wrong about that at least. You do look like you could be a librarian or scientist with them...
[It's a tiny little suspicion... he's been wrong about people before, too. He'll fold it up in wax paper. To someone from his world, the concept of sharing eyes would have been quite sensical if literal, to even greater extent beyond these two ways of perceiving the world.]
Kinda strange, thinking about it... Wonder when they got associated.
[Definitely at the point of Helena's old-timey year if this is any indication. A good luck charm...]