[ Setsura thinks she understands where Konoha is coming from, but it's still a difficult thing. She regards her quietly for a moment. ]
Is this an amendment, then? You realize I didn't satisfy the original terms of our agreement.
[ And admitting that more than stings. There's no backlash, nothing branding her flesh with lasting effect. There wasn't at the time of that failing because they hadn't formally drawn a proper contract in any capacity, but she feels the weight of it even now. She finds Gonta, then Konoha reciprocates with Chroma or a meal -- a "donation," she'd said. It had been simple, informal compared to the contracts she usually deals in as a Hand, but then, she hadn't been working in any taxable capacity, not as a Hand in any official capacity. Konoha owes her nothing, not even the tiniest shred of kindness, and she had had her reasons. She always does. ]
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Is this an amendment, then? You realize I didn't satisfy the original terms of our agreement.
[ And admitting that more than stings. There's no backlash, nothing branding her flesh with lasting effect. There wasn't at the time of that failing because they hadn't formally drawn a proper contract in any capacity, but she feels the weight of it even now. She finds Gonta, then Konoha reciprocates with Chroma or a meal -- a "donation," she'd said. It had been simple, informal compared to the contracts she usually deals in as a Hand, but then, she hadn't been working in any taxable capacity, not as a Hand in any official capacity. Konoha owes her nothing, not even the tiniest shred of kindness, and she had had her reasons. She always does. ]
As you said, it was my choice.