I see. [...] Whoever you're fighting for would be proud.
[He supposed that...in its own way, she was still fulfilling some sort of purpose. Although she seemed lost, she at least had that to hold onto -- and if she could change the way things are going beyond this abyss from here, then she'd still be contributing somehow. Right?
...There was a hint of envy that was quickly quashed; he had no right to be. Not when he'd started his own fight against fate.
He spares a glance towards her, and it's then he notices the trinket firmly grasped in her hand. A little noise is all he makes, a tone of curiosity shining through.]
[Because right now, she was barely hanging onto that sense of purpose and trying to survive to see her friends again at the end of this long night. It was like a nightmare with only a few bright points. This, maybe, being one of them.
Though she does hear that sound, and it makes her realize what she was holding again.]
[The younger boy nods and settles on the sand, a silent invitation. His eyes affixed themselves on the wayfinder; though trinkets like that weren't uncommon back home...it's the first he's seen of one so well-crafted.]
This is what we called a wayfinder back home. Traditionally, they're supposed to be made of seashells - but those are hard to find in the mountains were I lived. [She holds it out to him, so he can see it better.] I made three of them; this one for myself, and two more for my best friends for luck...
[Though it's obvious by the way she trailed off: poop hit the fan pretty quickly after that.]
[...A metaphorical train wreck if he ever sensed one. He finds himself fixating on her expression as the next words that come to mind leave his mouth.]
...We were soon scattered to our different fates. One to sleep, the other to imprisonment within himself. [She pauses briefly, before looking her new companion in the eye.] Yet our bonds resonated through these charms to create a miracle, so I can't say they didn't exactly work.
Mm... [She simply nods her head for a moment, but pauses.
How long had it been? A year? Five? Ten, even? It was so hard to keep track of time in a place like this with no day and night cycles, let alone aging, to judge it by. One thing she was certain of: it seemed like a lifetime ago.]
...and you've been wandering this darkness ever since.
[...admittedly, there's a shred of him that's kind of surprised the poor girl hasn't had a breakdown. Just goes to show how much inner strength she has, he supposes...
But then, that leaves another burning question on his mind, rhetorical as it may have been...was there any way out for her at this point? Even if there wasn't to be one for him -- it's better this way, his friends would be able to continue what he left behind (at least, it's something he tries to tell himself, even with the nagging feeling that something remains amiss) -- it wouldn't stop him from holding concern for his acquaintance...]
[Again, a nod. That's all that was needed, as she looks out over the waves. For a moment, she's reminded of another shoreline, where the setting sun was reflected by the tide and children laughed over the roar of the waves.
How she wondered what paths their lives have led since she met those two.]
Though, if it saved one of my friends... I can wander ten years more. Maybe even help them from this side. After all, this beach wasn't always this peaceful.
[Minato shifts slightly, eyes still affixed on her expression as she spoke. Helping from afar, huh... ...The thought is admirable, but hearing how she talked of her friends -- it was, perhaps, painfully obvious just what she wanted at that point in time. To see them again...
...without really realizing it, a sigh -- not really of boredom; no, it was something else...sadness? -- escapes him. Just speaking about them is making him miss the people whose lives he'd changed, even if indirectly, back at his home. It also brought one other thing to mind -- one that slips past his lips before he even notices he's said it.]
If it helps any...you're not the only one with friends sorely missed.
[At the sound of his sigh, she turns to face him better. Even before he speaks, she can see it in his expression - not in how his mouth twitches, but his eyes. There is a bit of sadness, and for a moment she hopes it isn't because of her. She is a Master, and it is her duty to protect the Light and those from that realm.
Though the sentence at least sheds some awareness of her acquaintance's mental and emotional status. Something that, with where they are, is incredibly important.]
[That gets him to tilt his head up for just a moment -- and it's then that what he'd said registers properly.
Ah...that conversation certainly got redirected towards him. While he did want to hit himself a little for blurting something like that out, it never really stopped the weak smile on his face. While he wasn't one to talk about his own experiences often, it would at least take the edge off of being stuck here... ...And besides, the topic did need to be moved to something less dreary, to begin with. What better place to begin than to talk about his closest?]
I don't even know where to start.
[That was the sound of unmistakable, subtle amusement.]
Well, I always find it easiest to start at the beginning.
[The tone in her voice reflects a bit more lightheartedness than she has been used to in Light knew how long, though the amusement at his reaction was nothing short of obvious.. Almost as if a lifetime ago, she knew of someone else who was guilty of something similar.]
What are their names?
[Though really, she seems to be asking a different question. Do you remember their names?]
[It doesn't take him longer than a few seconds to recall them -- and it probably wouldn't take all that much to recognize the faint, but very much there fondness as he brings up each name.]
Ken, Aigis, Junpei, Yukari, Mitsuru, Fuuka, Akihiko...and, of course, Koromaru. And that's just the first few.
[It's only just a bit more obvious when he brings up the last of those names -- and maybe when he brings up Mitsuru's, as well.
that isn't the shameless shipper talking there...nope, no sirree.]
[If there is, he isn't making it particularly obvious. Yet. Blasted linefaces.]
It helps that they're never really far off...but that's beside the point.
[He pauses a moment, thinking of where he could start from that list -- and eventually settling on the first two he met as he approached Gekkoukan.]
Yukari and Junpei were amongst the first friends I made. The former helped me settle into where I was going to stay for the year. The latter...admittedly, I didn't get along too well with him at first, but he did get better.
[It just took a few spikes of unfortunately placed jealousy and some hard times in November for him to shape up. Though he certainly does wish the latter didn't have to come at such a dire price.]
[She's silent as he speaks, though the not getting along with friends reminds her of something else. Her thumb brushes the stained glass of her lucky charm again, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips.]
...Sometimes the strongest friendships start the rockiest.
[If Minato thought he was the only person in this darkness who thought he could be a bit mysterious... oops.]
[Well, that'll get him to raise his eyebrow for a moment. Though he does shrug it off after a while; he still needed to answer her question out of courtesy first. She does have a point though...]
Can't deny that. [There's a stifled laugh, before he continues to the next.]
Akihiko...I can't really say I know what to make of some of the things he does... [Never going to get over his protein junkie habit. Ever.] But I can say he's a good person. [After all, he did save poor Junpei from being scarred for life. ...And his, too. Though personally, he's just glad there was no Babe Hunt 2.0...
He pauses again.] And Mitsuru... [Oh, there's that tone again, even though he does his best to hide it.] Even if she can be a little strict, there isn't that many people I'd trust in a heartbeat. She's one of them.
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[He supposed that...in its own way, she was still fulfilling some sort of purpose. Although she seemed lost, she at least had that to hold onto -- and if she could change the way things are going beyond this abyss from here, then she'd still be contributing somehow. Right?
...There was a hint of envy that was quickly quashed; he had no right to be. Not when he'd started his own fight against fate.
He spares a glance towards her, and it's then he notices the trinket firmly grasped in her hand. A little noise is all he makes, a tone of curiosity shining through.]
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[Because right now, she was barely hanging onto that sense of purpose and trying to survive to see her friends again at the end of this long night. It was like a nightmare with only a few bright points. This, maybe, being one of them.
Though she does hear that sound, and it makes her realize what she was holding again.]
...Do you know want to know what this is?
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This is what we called a wayfinder back home. Traditionally, they're supposed to be made of seashells - but those are hard to find in the mountains were I lived. [She holds it out to him, so he can see it better.] I made three of them; this one for myself, and two more for my best friends for luck...
[Though it's obvious by the way she trailed off: poop hit the fan pretty quickly after that.]
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...Luck that quickly spiraled downward.
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...We were soon scattered to our different fates. One to sleep, the other to imprisonment within himself. [She pauses briefly, before looking her new companion in the eye.] Yet our bonds resonated through these charms to create a miracle, so I can't say they didn't exactly work.
[Just not the way she intended.]
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[Sad might not have been the best word for it. But Minato was never one for exaggeration, either.
He stares back at her.]
How long has it been now, since then? ...Or has it been so long you've forgotten?
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How long had it been? A year? Five? Ten, even? It was so hard to keep track of time in a place like this with no day and night cycles, let alone aging, to judge it by. One thing she was certain of: it seemed like a lifetime ago.]
Ten years, maybe more.
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[...admittedly, there's a shred of him that's kind of surprised the poor girl hasn't had a breakdown. Just goes to show how much inner strength she has, he supposes...
But then, that leaves another burning question on his mind, rhetorical as it may have been...was there any way out for her at this point? Even if there wasn't to be one for him -- it's better this way, his friends would be able to continue what he left behind (at least, it's something he tries to tell himself, even with the nagging feeling that something remains amiss) -- it wouldn't stop him from holding concern for his acquaintance...]
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How she wondered what paths their lives have led since she met those two.]
Though, if it saved one of my friends... I can wander ten years more. Maybe even help them from this side. After all, this beach wasn't always this peaceful.
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...without really realizing it, a sigh -- not really of boredom; no, it was something else...sadness? -- escapes him. Just speaking about them is making him miss the people whose lives he'd changed, even if indirectly, back at his home. It also brought one other thing to mind -- one that slips past his lips before he even notices he's said it.]
If it helps any...you're not the only one with friends sorely missed.
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Though the sentence at least sheds some awareness of her acquaintance's mental and emotional status. Something that, with where they are, is incredibly important.]
Would you mind, telling me about them?
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Ah...that conversation certainly got redirected towards him. While he did want to hit himself a little for blurting something like that out, it never really stopped the weak smile on his face. While he wasn't one to talk about his own experiences often, it would at least take the edge off of being stuck here... ...And besides, the topic did need to be moved to something less dreary, to begin with. What better place to begin than to talk about his closest?]
I don't even know where to start.
[That was the sound of unmistakable, subtle amusement.]
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[The tone in her voice reflects a bit more lightheartedness than she has been used to in Light knew how long, though the amusement at his reaction was nothing short of obvious.. Almost as if a lifetime ago, she knew of someone else who was guilty of something similar.]
What are their names?
[Though really, she seems to be asking a different question. Do you remember their names?]
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Ken, Aigis, Junpei, Yukari, Mitsuru, Fuuka, Akihiko...and, of course, Koromaru. And that's just the first few.
[It's only just a bit more obvious when he brings up the last of those names -- and maybe when he brings up Mitsuru's, as well.
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[She laughs under her breath, and that it took such a short amount of time...
Thank goodness. His memory is still intact.
Though that name, Mitsuru... Something tells her there's a bit more than "just friends" going on there.]
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It helps that they're never really far off...but that's beside the point.
[He pauses a moment, thinking of where he could start from that list -- and eventually settling on the first two he met as he approached Gekkoukan.]
Yukari and Junpei were amongst the first friends I made. The former helped me settle into where I was going to stay for the year. The latter...admittedly, I didn't get along too well with him at first, but he did get better.
[It just took a few spikes of unfortunately placed jealousy and some hard times in November for him to shape up. Though he certainly does wish the latter didn't have to come at such a dire price.]
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...Sometimes the strongest friendships start the rockiest.
[If Minato thought he was the only person in this darkness who thought he could be a bit mysterious... oops.]
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Can't deny that. [There's a stifled laugh, before he continues to the next.]
Akihiko...I can't really say I know what to make of some of the things he does... [Never going to get over his protein junkie habit. Ever.] But I can say he's a good person. [After all, he did save poor Junpei from being scarred for life. ...And his, too. Though personally, he's just glad there was no Babe Hunt 2.0...
He pauses again.] And Mitsuru... [Oh, there's that tone again, even though he does his best to hide it.] Even if she can be a little strict, there isn't that many people I'd trust in a heartbeat. She's one of them.