If it's all the confirmation he can give, it's what Ginia accepts. Lately she's been walking too close to the boundaries a shinki shouldn't cross, questioning too much. Shinki can save each other by talking and helping each other, but that same support can be deadly too. A chain reaction of thoughts and questions spurred by innocent musing or not-so-innocent thoughts. Oh, Waver, you're too smart for your own good and the conversations have helped, but it's made her think too much about things.
It's made her more honest too, voicing thoughts she's been too scared to admit to, afraid of shattering only slowly mending back together. Ebisu's reply instills a flicker of hope, a small burst of happiness at his support, tempering as she thinks on his question.
"I don't think I believed it then, but I was having a rough time." An understatement to say the least.
"I've been here for six months as of the 15th. Three months since I joined your temple. It's the longest I've been at any temple. I've learned how to do more than fight. The words are right by all accounts."
Yet why is it so easy to doubt herself when the facts are in front of her? Is it because a knife or gun still feel so natural in her grip? That she can attack someone with effortless ease to protect someone else? That she can consider a crime as easily as breathing in the name of the greater good?
"I want to be able to live up to the name you gave me. I want to be someone people are proud to know. I want to be here for more than a year, but I don't know if I'll get that chance. Not when a doll can almost kill me. Not when my presence could hurt the people I care the most about."
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If it's all the confirmation he can give, it's what Ginia accepts. Lately she's been walking too close to the boundaries a shinki shouldn't cross, questioning too much. Shinki can save each other by talking and helping each other, but that same support can be deadly too. A chain reaction of thoughts and questions spurred by innocent musing or not-so-innocent thoughts. Oh, Waver, you're too smart for your own good and the conversations have helped, but it's made her think too much about things.
It's made her more honest too, voicing thoughts she's been too scared to admit to, afraid of shattering only slowly mending back together. Ebisu's reply instills a flicker of hope, a small burst of happiness at his support, tempering as she thinks on his question.
"I don't think I believed it then, but I was having a rough time." An understatement to say the least.
"I've been here for six months as of the 15th. Three months since I joined your temple. It's the longest I've been at any temple. I've learned how to do more than fight. The words are right by all accounts."
Yet why is it so easy to doubt herself when the facts are in front of her? Is it because a knife or gun still feel so natural in her grip? That she can attack someone with effortless ease to protect someone else? That she can consider a crime as easily as breathing in the name of the greater good?
"I want to be able to live up to the name you gave me. I want to be someone people are proud to know. I want to be here for more than a year, but I don't know if I'll get that chance. Not when a doll can almost kill me. Not when my presence could hurt the people I care the most about."