[ there's a suspended moment here where she listens to him with a level head. he can maybe sense that her deeper emotions really are a secondary thing, kept carefully under wraps.
but there is a small bloom of gratitude, without most of her usual wariness. there's also something else there too, barely noticeable. something like distant regret. ]
Thanks, Buzen. [ she holds his hand loosely. ] Don't admire me too much, okay? I might be a bad influence on someone like you.
[ spoken with a wry smile. ]
...I think of you as a friend, too. I feel like I could tell you anything, if we weren't in this game.
[ maybe it's because he's not entirely a human, that she feels safe enough around him to let down her guard a bit. ]
You only have to tell me as much as you want to - and I think that you might be overestimating how good of a person I am too.
[with an almost sort of wry amusement - he's touched, but there is a faint sense of denial. he's not that good.
but he'll give her hand a gentle squeeze. even for all that he feels in her emotions - the gratitude, the regret, the things still locked away - he accepts them warmly. a sense of seeing everything that she still wants to hide, and respecting her for it]
I just want to make sure you don't feel alone - in anything it is that you might have to hold, Yuzu-san.
Burdens are lighter when held between two hands, you know? ... but only if you ever want to.
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but there is a small bloom of gratitude, without most of her usual wariness. there's also something else there too, barely noticeable. something like distant regret. ]
Thanks, Buzen. [ she holds his hand loosely. ] Don't admire me too much, okay? I might be a bad influence on someone like you.
[ spoken with a wry smile. ]
...I think of you as a friend, too. I feel like I could tell you anything, if we weren't in this game.
[ maybe it's because he's not entirely a human, that she feels safe enough around him to let down her guard a bit. ]
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[with an almost sort of wry amusement - he's touched, but there is a faint sense of denial. he's not that good.
but he'll give her hand a gentle squeeze. even for all that he feels in her emotions - the gratitude, the regret, the things still locked away - he accepts them warmly. a sense of seeing everything that she still wants to hide, and respecting her for it]
I just want to make sure you don't feel alone - in anything it is that you might have to hold, Yuzu-san.
Burdens are lighter when held between two hands, you know? ... but only if you ever want to.