[At that Alice returns a bit of a firmer smile to his smaller one before she turns back to her work. Her pack is near empty though and soon she stands, folding it back up as she speaks.]
Good. Then we can be of assistance to one another in the future as well.
[Well, for as long of a future as they have here. She pauses a moment, mildly surprised at the odd feeling that flits through her at the thought of not having that future. She frowns at herself a moment before she decides to examine the feeling later, if ever. Or maybe heave it into the pit with her other odd feelings.]
I can't give you advice on how to accomplish most of that when we do return home. I have faced my share of problems in aiding others as well. People enjoy building up walls to protect themselves that often disadvantage others -- and the military cane be one of the gravest offenders.
[It's clear her mind is slipping somewhere else as she talks, briefly back to being eighteen and realizing the state of District Zero on one of her first assignments. She seems good at rousing herself out of such by herself though, soon tucking the pack she had carried away for someone else to use in the future.]
Here though in Old Springstar I doubt we'll face as much resistance. Perhaps from the people themselves but I'm working on mediating that if I can. Building good will does take time but you have a ready supply of that already.
[They might have been asleep a long while but she knows well enough what Shard-Bearers are appreciated down here already, if only by the old guard who stood by their sleeping selves.]
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Good. Then we can be of assistance to one another in the future as well.
[Well, for as long of a future as they have here. She pauses a moment, mildly surprised at the odd feeling that flits through her at the thought of not having that future. She frowns at herself a moment before she decides to examine the feeling later, if ever. Or maybe heave it into the pit with her other odd feelings.]
I can't give you advice on how to accomplish most of that when we do return home. I have faced my share of problems in aiding others as well. People enjoy building up walls to protect themselves that often disadvantage others -- and the military cane be one of the gravest offenders.
[It's clear her mind is slipping somewhere else as she talks, briefly back to being eighteen and realizing the state of District Zero on one of her first assignments. She seems good at rousing herself out of such by herself though, soon tucking the pack she had carried away for someone else to use in the future.]
Here though in Old Springstar I doubt we'll face as much resistance. Perhaps from the people themselves but I'm working on mediating that if I can. Building good will does take time but you have a ready supply of that already.
[They might have been asleep a long while but she knows well enough what Shard-Bearers are appreciated down here already, if only by the old guard who stood by their sleeping selves.]