[It's hard to imagine someone kinder than Nier right now, with her cheeks full of apple and him coming to care for her while she was so sick. The cool touch on her forehead she vaguely recalls from before, in the haze of worse fever than the heat still lingering in her now.
But she can't say it at first, because she's chewing slowly, deliberately, trying to will herself not to feel anything like nausea. Even with the apple still in her mouth, though, she finally speaks, mumbling around her food.]
I'm not skilled at fighting at all... I've never had to do anything like that...
[Or did he mean making apple flowers? Okay, so maybe the fever is still making it a bit difficult for her to follow conversations properly.]
[ he pats her head gently — before gesturing a glass of water towards her. ]
Back home, we were always wartorn. It only got worse as I grew older, so I was always fighting. This place is safe, though...peaceful. It's a little strange.
[ his katana is latched onto his back; instinctively, he reaches his hand back to delicately graze his fingers against the sheath for a fleeting moment. ]
I'll be here to protect you if anything happens, so you don't need to worry about that. And apple flowers sound nicer than a fight, don't they?
He pats, and she awkwardly swallows the last mouthful of apple before reaching out tremulously for the water, cupping it carefully in two hands and trying to take little sips.]
Mmmhm.
[Making apple flowers sounds much nicer, it's true.]
My world used to be like that... before. There was all sorts of fighting, and humans used jinba like- Like horses.
[Not like... people. She's heard the stories. From her parents, just a little, when they talked about their real children, who they'd lost. From Mikuni, and Gonta... who had suffered through that time when they were children, and old enough for it to affect them, like she hadn't been.]
[ she really is like a kid sometimes, he thinks. he cants his head, watching her sip. his eyes soften. gently does he speak— ]
They fought for a future that could keep someone like you safe. It's an honorable history.
[ the plate is nearly wiped clean at this point. a soft sigh escapes nier. ]
I think knowing that they've paved the pathway for the kind and bright Jinba of the future would make them happy. The ones like you. It's something to take pride in.
[She doesn't really know. Her parents told her that her birth parents had been killed, but that was all. She could assume... how. But she thinks about Gonta, and how tortured he had seemed by the memories of that time... and her expression drops a bit.
... She'd probably never see Gonta again, would she?]
Some jinba still hate humans... but if they just knew there were nice humans out there... like my parents, or like Nier... maybe they could live together...
[She tries to smile, though. It's just Konoha, being a hopeful idiot.]
they didn't anymore, really. he killed every last one of them. he wasn't even truly human himself. he does not allow that to show as he meets her gaze. instead, he reaches forward to a place a hand on her shoulder, eyes softening with assurance. ]
I think that future is possible. No matter what, don't lose sight of that dream.
[ he smiles. ]
You'll see them again one day, Konoha. I know you will.
[Konoha was sure. Nier was a nice human. Her parents were nice humans. Some of the men she worked with, they were nice people. The woman who sold firewood in the village... The man who made fireworks for the festivals...
There were nice people out there. Both jinba and humans.]
You always say such weird things, Nier.
[She just smiles, shifting to roll her weight about on her belly in an attempt to prevent the discomfort she'd fallen into before, curling her legs tighter.]
But I like them. Thank you.
[He said them so confidently, she could almost believe them. That she'd get home soon, and everything would be fine.]
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But she can't say it at first, because she's chewing slowly, deliberately, trying to will herself not to feel anything like nausea. Even with the apple still in her mouth, though, she finally speaks, mumbling around her food.]
I'm not skilled at fighting at all... I've never had to do anything like that...
[Or did he mean making apple flowers? Okay, so maybe the fever is still making it a bit difficult for her to follow conversations properly.]
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[ he pats her head gently — before gesturing a glass of water towards her. ]
Back home, we were always wartorn. It only got worse as I grew older, so I was always fighting. This place is safe, though...peaceful. It's a little strange.
[ his katana is latched onto his back; instinctively, he reaches his hand back to delicately graze his fingers against the sheath for a fleeting moment. ]
I'll be here to protect you if anything happens, so you don't need to worry about that. And apple flowers sound nicer than a fight, don't they?
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He pats, and she awkwardly swallows the last mouthful of apple before reaching out tremulously for the water, cupping it carefully in two hands and trying to take little sips.]
Mmmhm.
[Making apple flowers sounds much nicer, it's true.]
My world used to be like that... before. There was all sorts of fighting, and humans used jinba like- Like horses.
[Not like... people. She's heard the stories. From her parents, just a little, when they talked about their real children, who they'd lost. From Mikuni, and Gonta... who had suffered through that time when they were children, and old enough for it to affect them, like she hadn't been.]
... I don't really remember it.
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They fought for a future that could keep someone like you safe. It's an honorable history.
[ the plate is nearly wiped clean at this point. a soft sigh escapes nier. ]
I think knowing that they've paved the pathway for the kind and bright Jinba of the future would make them happy. The ones like you. It's something to take pride in.
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[She doesn't really know. Her parents told her that her birth parents had been killed, but that was all. She could assume... how. But she thinks about Gonta, and how tortured he had seemed by the memories of that time... and her expression drops a bit.
... She'd probably never see Gonta again, would she?]
Some jinba still hate humans... but if they just knew there were nice humans out there... like my parents, or like Nier... maybe they could live together...
[She tries to smile, though. It's just Konoha, being a hopeful idiot.]
Or something like that. Who knows.
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he wonders if those really exist.
they didn't anymore, really. he killed every last one of them. he wasn't even truly human himself. he does not allow that to show as he meets her gaze. instead, he reaches forward to a place a hand on her shoulder, eyes softening with assurance. ]
I think that future is possible. No matter what, don't lose sight of that dream.
[ he smiles. ]
You'll see them again one day, Konoha. I know you will.
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There were nice people out there. Both jinba and humans.]
You always say such weird things, Nier.
[She just smiles, shifting to roll her weight about on her belly in an attempt to prevent the discomfort she'd fallen into before, curling her legs tighter.]
But I like them. Thank you.
[He said them so confidently, she could almost believe them. That she'd get home soon, and everything would be fine.]