[Ginia holds Ebisu's hand and manages to smile weakly at him. She should talk to him - or if not him, someone - but it's hard. It's too easy picking and choosing her words on her phone, burying things or ignoring them, all the things she knows she shouldn't do, but old habits die hard.
She looks at Aomi, looks back at the range, at the arrows she still has.]
My last exemplar taught me kyudo. [There, a starting place.] He was so good at it, I loved watching him shoot. I asked him to teach me so I'd have an alternative to firearms. Eventually it became a hobby. This is the first time I've fired a bow since January.
I hate that it reminds me of him. That I hear his damn voice walking me through the steps.
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She looks at Aomi, looks back at the range, at the arrows she still has.]
My last exemplar taught me kyudo. [There, a starting place.] He was so good at it, I loved watching him shoot. I asked him to teach me so I'd have an alternative to firearms. Eventually it became a hobby. This is the first time I've fired a bow since January.
I hate that it reminds me of him. That I hear his damn voice walking me through the steps.