Yes. [A smile that's in no small part relieved--seasons are so much more reliable than numbers.]
Vesta-sama... [He repeats slowly, taking care to pronounce it correctly. He lucked out with Mórrígan as his god, even if he only ever calls her Commander-kun anyway.] I'm sorry, I don't know her either.
[There's a library, he starts to say, but there's something in her face, in her voice that gives him pause. The look in his eyes is piercing, but not unkind, and something stirs in his chest when she says those words. What is it? That ever-present urge to shy away wars with his desire to find meaning behind all these stray emotions, and he presses his lips together, looking down into his tea.]
There are a lot of things from the West here. [He says instead. It's not really a safer topic--skirting along the edges of dangerous, actually, and he can feel a tension in his blood that's not unlike what he feels before a battle.] Some people seem so comfortable with them...
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Vesta-sama... [He repeats slowly, taking care to pronounce it correctly. He lucked out with Mórrígan as his god, even if he only ever calls her Commander-kun anyway.] I'm sorry, I don't know her either.
[There's a library, he starts to say, but there's something in her face, in her voice that gives him pause. The look in his eyes is piercing, but not unkind, and something stirs in his chest when she says those words. What is it? That ever-present urge to shy away wars with his desire to find meaning behind all these stray emotions, and he presses his lips together, looking down into his tea.]
There are a lot of things from the West here. [He says instead. It's not really a safer topic--skirting along the edges of dangerous, actually, and he can feel a tension in his blood that's not unlike what he feels before a battle.] Some people seem so comfortable with them...
[But not me, he doesn't say. Doesn't have to.]