[He nods at her reasoning. Because really... he can respect that. Not clinging to the past so much that it controls you. Acknowledging it, but also its place. Its something that, try as he might, he was never as good at as he thought-- something he's only begun to realize with death and distance between himself and his life before arriving here.
Fie must have been young, then. When they disbanded, when she went her own way. She was close to his own age, right? And all this happened three years prior... He can't say he blames them for seeing a better opportunity for her, with her age and her skills, and going for it.]
Might have been the only way they could see. But figuring it out's one thing, hearing it straight from them is another.
[He doesn't pry too much at the idea of bringing back her father figure. It's a topic he's clearly biased in, and one that may not even be real or possible for them back home. So he'll give space for her to figure it out in her own time. Of course, his first question would be 'would the boss even want that?' but it's something for everyone to figure out on their own.
The smile is something almost reassuring, though-- and awkwardly, tentatively, his own lips quirk up for a few short moments as though to mirror it.]
Dunno why you're thanking me. I'm the one keeping you up way too late.
[But it's just a bit of self depreciating humor, and after that moment passes, he turns his gaze back upwards, towards that massive void and the twin moons. It's not any weirder than anything else, really- the old timey cobblestone streets and the stone houses, all the weirdness. But it's definitely one of the most prominent, the one that cements that they're truly in another world completely, rather than anything based off earth.
At her last question, he pauses, considering for a moment. He did feel a bit better, even though he knows nothing has been resolved. He's still unsure what to do with this strange second life. Not sure he even deserves it. Not sure what it means or if he even did the right things back home. Or if he even wants it. But it feels less consuming, now. Less oppressive and devouring deep in his chest, now that he's tried to put the words out and had someone patiently listen.]
Yeah. I think. I mean, I still haven't got any of it settled. But I'm feeling like that's... okay, I guess. Like there's time to figure it out. No matter what I feel about it, I ain't gonna be kicking it again anytime soon, I think.
[Hell, without the suppressants, he's even been feeling physically better since arriving. Which is wild.]
I've butt heads a few times with Makoto about whether or not shit from back home is worth even bringing up or whatever. And it always felt like it's either all or nothing. So I guess it's good to know that the people I like here don't care about that kinda thing.
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Fie must have been young, then. When they disbanded, when she went her own way. She was close to his own age, right? And all this happened three years prior... He can't say he blames them for seeing a better opportunity for her, with her age and her skills, and going for it.]
Might have been the only way they could see. But figuring it out's one thing, hearing it straight from them is another.
[He doesn't pry too much at the idea of bringing back her father figure. It's a topic he's clearly biased in, and one that may not even be real or possible for them back home. So he'll give space for her to figure it out in her own time. Of course, his first question would be 'would the boss even want that?' but it's something for everyone to figure out on their own.
The smile is something almost reassuring, though-- and awkwardly, tentatively, his own lips quirk up for a few short moments as though to mirror it.]
Dunno why you're thanking me. I'm the one keeping you up way too late.
[But it's just a bit of self depreciating humor, and after that moment passes, he turns his gaze back upwards, towards that massive void and the twin moons. It's not any weirder than anything else, really- the old timey cobblestone streets and the stone houses, all the weirdness. But it's definitely one of the most prominent, the one that cements that they're truly in another world completely, rather than anything based off earth.
At her last question, he pauses, considering for a moment. He did feel a bit better, even though he knows nothing has been resolved. He's still unsure what to do with this strange second life. Not sure he even deserves it. Not sure what it means or if he even did the right things back home. Or if he even wants it. But it feels less consuming, now. Less oppressive and devouring deep in his chest, now that he's tried to put the words out and had someone patiently listen.]
Yeah. I think. I mean, I still haven't got any of it settled. But I'm feeling like that's... okay, I guess. Like there's time to figure it out. No matter what I feel about it, I ain't gonna be kicking it again anytime soon, I think.
[Hell, without the suppressants, he's even been feeling physically better since arriving. Which is wild.]
I've butt heads a few times with Makoto about whether or not shit from back home is worth even bringing up or whatever. And it always felt like it's either all or nothing. So I guess it's good to know that the people I like here don't care about that kinda thing.