[As long as they take it slow, take it careful... She is managing it. Her skin is pale and green at the gills from the pain still, but she is a proud woman. She is accustomed to pain, enough to be able to swallow it down and power through it. As tempting as it might be to not help, to keep him out of the battle as she slowly bled out or gave in to shock spreading through her heavy body... No. Meridian needed the Bell to win. If the Bell was trapped in here alongside them...
At least if it leaves here in Amos' hands... then another Meridian can take it from him.
Ships... trips that took months... importing goods... air-tight ships to prevent this killer "space" from getting inside and killing everyone... Hayame clings to the conversation for focus.]
If we want ice outside of winter... we must cut it from the pond and store it in a cave...
[How insane it was to her, sometimes, how different their worlds seemed to be. The technology he'd spoken of, the advancement she could see clearly in his gun when she was used to newly-invented matchlock rifles... Hayame swallows thickly, her fingers tightening where she grips Amos for support, able to hobble on three legs with her weight reduced, but her broken leg swings slightly as the slope steepens. Onward, onward, there is no choice but onward-]
No one in my world ever... They say that "space" is Takamagahara... the High Plains of Heaven where the gods reside...
[Did anyone in her entire nation ever conceptualize it as a place that humans could actually go? That they could travel to... ?]
The stars... are the fires of the gods' palaces...
[She hadn't really believed it, even as she pretended to conform to the religion of her masters. After all... the gods had never answered the pleas of the jinba. If they existed... they were too cruel for her to wish to turn her eyes towards. (Hah.)]
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At least if it leaves here in Amos' hands... then another Meridian can take it from him.
Ships... trips that took months... importing goods... air-tight ships to prevent this killer "space" from getting inside and killing everyone... Hayame clings to the conversation for focus.]
If we want ice outside of winter... we must cut it from the pond and store it in a cave...
[How insane it was to her, sometimes, how different their worlds seemed to be. The technology he'd spoken of, the advancement she could see clearly in his gun when she was used to newly-invented matchlock rifles... Hayame swallows thickly, her fingers tightening where she grips Amos for support, able to hobble on three legs with her weight reduced, but her broken leg swings slightly as the slope steepens. Onward, onward, there is no choice but onward-]
No one in my world ever... They say that "space" is Takamagahara... the High Plains of Heaven where the gods reside...
[Did anyone in her entire nation ever conceptualize it as a place that humans could actually go? That they could travel to... ?]
The stars... are the fires of the gods' palaces...
[She hadn't really believed it, even as she pretended to conform to the religion of her masters. After all... the gods had never answered the pleas of the jinba. If they existed... they were too cruel for her to wish to turn her eyes towards. (Hah.)]