[In all honesty (for Hayame may not be forthcoming at all, but she was usually honest), Hayame hates being reminded of her failings. Even something as petty as this, not knowing what leather to choose or what color to pick… It grates, to think that-
That other people just did it, and for some reason (specific reasons) she struggled with it. Her sudden companion looks through the colors and she thinks she might say… it doesn’t matter, because surely one of these fancy mages can grow back an eye if they can pluck people from other worlds. Or perhaps she might go instead with deciding out of spite that she will just force anyone who looked at her to confront her injury, ugly as it was.
But then she has four choices to stare at, and eventually-]
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That other people just did it, and for some reason (specific reasons) she struggled with it. Her sudden companion looks through the colors and she thinks she might say… it doesn’t matter, because surely one of these fancy mages can grow back an eye if they can pluck people from other worlds. Or perhaps she might go instead with deciding out of spite that she will just force anyone who looked at her to confront her injury, ugly as it was.
But then she has four choices to stare at, and eventually-]
… Fine. That one.
[The grey-black one.
She doesn’t know why.]