It's a startlingly simple answer, and it's one that Ebisu says with a quiet ease. After all... "It sounds like you already know what you want to do... It's just a matter of readying yourself to do so. At least, to me, that's what it sounds like." His eyes crinkle in a smile from behind the gas mask's lens.
"It's not a bad thing, for a shinki to request being unnamed by a god so that they can go to another temple. Actually, it's very common. It doesn't mean that you don't care for that god, or can't help him in the future... It just means that something between you is holding you both back from reaching your full potential, through no fault of your own. He has his morals, and you have yours. That's okay." Another squeeze of his small hand.
"Kimi- and Kunimi too- they both say it's a good thing that you can recognize this is happening. That way, you can help organize your departure neatly, and before anyone possibly gets seriously hurt." His hand raises upwards, to his chest, mask bumping against it clumsily. "It still might sting... But that doesn't mean it won't be for the better."
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It's a startlingly simple answer, and it's one that Ebisu says with a quiet ease. After all... "It sounds like you already know what you want to do... It's just a matter of readying yourself to do so. At least, to me, that's what it sounds like." His eyes crinkle in a smile from behind the gas mask's lens.
"It's not a bad thing, for a shinki to request being unnamed by a god so that they can go to another temple. Actually, it's very common. It doesn't mean that you don't care for that god, or can't help him in the future... It just means that something between you is holding you both back from reaching your full potential, through no fault of your own. He has his morals, and you have yours. That's okay." Another squeeze of his small hand.
"Kimi- and Kunimi too- they both say it's a good thing that you can recognize this is happening. That way, you can help organize your departure neatly, and before anyone possibly gets seriously hurt." His hand raises upwards, to his chest, mask bumping against it clumsily. "It still might sting... But that doesn't mean it won't be for the better."