[Soft. A derisive snort escapes. Ginia shakes her head, lapsing into contemplative stillness, the rattle of loose rock under her boots and the hiss of vents occupying the space around them.
It's one of the most ridiculous things she's heard and even if she understands the sentiment, it doesn't make it any less wrong. She whistles to get his attention again, slowing as she signs.]
Do you think I'm soft? Or maybe it doesn't count since I'm a shinki. Okay, how about any other god? You think people are too soft?
I don't know what your tragic backstory is, but I doubt taking a break and lightening up will soften you in any way.
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It's one of the most ridiculous things she's heard and even if she understands the sentiment, it doesn't make it any less wrong. She whistles to get his attention again, slowing as she signs.]
Do you think I'm soft? Or maybe it doesn't count since I'm a shinki. Okay, how about any other god? You think people are too soft?
I don't know what your tragic backstory is, but I doubt taking a break and lightening up will soften you in any way.