If there was anything that Hayame was, it was determined. Some would say stubborn to the point of self-destruction. And right now, thanks to her own perception of unasked for debts, honor, and morals... what she has locked her knees and dug her hooves into the ground over is whether or not she deserves to be gifted something for what she is doing.]
...This does not look like an omamori at all.
[It would be kinder on herself to accept that Horos, now Kenos... are not her world. The people are not the same, the culture is not the same, and yet still she clings to the only thing she'd ever known.]
And I do not have any friends.
[She says it as a fact, as if she weren't aware some people found that sort of thing pitiful. No one had ever called her that. She had never used that word for anyone else. Even those members of that hidden village in the mountains, she had... become friendly, somewhat, with them... she had tried to trust... but they had not been... friends.
She doesn't even know how you become that.]
You may take it, or I will dispose of it.
[Two choices. That old woman wasn't the only person who could press something into someone's hand and then walk away while their protests fell on deaf ears.]
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If there was anything that Hayame was, it was determined. Some would say stubborn to the point of self-destruction. And right now, thanks to her own perception of unasked for debts, honor, and morals... what she has locked her knees and dug her hooves into the ground over is whether or not she deserves to be gifted something for what she is doing.]
...This does not look like an omamori at all.
[It would be kinder on herself to accept that Horos, now Kenos... are not her world. The people are not the same, the culture is not the same, and yet still she clings to the only thing she'd ever known.]
And I do not have any friends.
[She says it as a fact, as if she weren't aware some people found that sort of thing pitiful. No one had ever called her that. She had never used that word for anyone else. Even those members of that hidden village in the mountains, she had... become friendly, somewhat, with them... she had tried to trust... but they had not been... friends.
She doesn't even know how you become that.]
You may take it, or I will dispose of it.
[Two choices. That old woman wasn't the only person who could press something into someone's hand and then walk away while their protests fell on deaf ears.]
And I do not have any friends.
Take it.