[How shameful it is, that a squeeze of a hand can almost feel like a comfort. For a moment, Hayame imagines what it might be like to be a woman who is so uncomplicated that this reassurance was all she needed. What would it be like, to be so foolish and gullible as to believe a gentle touch and a quiet, steady voice?
There is a moment when she doesn't say anything. Hayame almost looks away, because the words are bubbling up in her throat but they are so pathetic she can barely stand it and yet-
And yet she cannot help but think of the hundred slights, the hundred insults, the hundred dismissals she has borne since her arrival in Kenos. In Meridian, the place she was supposed to feel surrounded by allies, it sometimes felt as if she were no better off than she would be in Highstorm. When she dared to Communion, she was always shown up, misunderstood, or misinterpreted, and-]
If I am such a good person, how is it that only you think so?
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There is a moment when she doesn't say anything. Hayame almost looks away, because the words are bubbling up in her throat but they are so pathetic she can barely stand it and yet-
And yet she cannot help but think of the hundred slights, the hundred insults, the hundred dismissals she has borne since her arrival in Kenos. In Meridian, the place she was supposed to feel surrounded by allies, it sometimes felt as if she were no better off than she would be in Highstorm. When she dared to Communion, she was always shown up, misunderstood, or misinterpreted, and-]
If I am such a good person, how is it that only you think so?
[She'd meant to sound more accusatory.]