[Wonderful ideas, that is, though it is highly unlikely Beatrix would ever describe them as such. That’s simply unlike her. If anything, she would consider them adequate. Perhaps a touch more sentimental than she should like for them to be. She’s not exactly a fan of those kinds of conversations to begin with.
Whatever would she do if people began to think that she was an individual good at comforting another? Eidolons forbid. People might start coming to her for such things.
They meander along. She sees the sights of the grove she has visited so often since Oriphi and Diluc’s departures and it feels like the ache in her heart grows with every step closer. It’s ridiculous, really. She’s thought the more she would go, the better she would feel. In a way, that’s happened, of course. In another way, she feels resentment. Regret. Mostly for herself. Maybe a little towards Oriphi, which is completely unfair, and yet entirely human.
As they step in, she looks over to Susato, dipping her chin, trying to bind and keep herself together.]
Was there a section you wanted to see in particular, or are you here to admire the roses I planted? I have no preference either way.
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[Wonderful ideas, that is, though it is highly unlikely Beatrix would ever describe them as such. That’s simply unlike her. If anything, she would consider them adequate. Perhaps a touch more sentimental than she should like for them to be. She’s not exactly a fan of those kinds of conversations to begin with.
Whatever would she do if people began to think that she was an individual good at comforting another? Eidolons forbid. People might start coming to her for such things.
They meander along. She sees the sights of the grove she has visited so often since Oriphi and Diluc’s departures and it feels like the ache in her heart grows with every step closer. It’s ridiculous, really. She’s thought the more she would go, the better she would feel. In a way, that’s happened, of course. In another way, she feels resentment. Regret. Mostly for herself. Maybe a little towards Oriphi, which is completely unfair, and yet entirely human.
As they step in, she looks over to Susato, dipping her chin, trying to bind and keep herself together.]
Was there a section you wanted to see in particular, or are you here to admire the roses I planted? I have no preference either way.