[ She'd only meant to press her hand to the back of his, but to her surprise he met her gesture halfway. There's a tenderness about it and gratitude in his words. Is this another facet of his personality?
As he attributed all these accomplishments to her, Kisara couldn't help but feel as if he might be exaggerating but she also didn't feel as if she could fully refute him, not when he was opening up to her about this. Seto didn't strike her as the sort of person that liked to admit when he needed to depend on someone else, he just seemed too confident, too controlled earlier in the day. It was just so hard to envision herself as some great savior, even if she had tried to protect someone in the past.]
Surely you must have had a hand in these things as well?
[Replying humbly, gaze not slipping from his. Her breathing hitched when he drew her hand upward unsure at first where this was leading. The pained expression that followed was difficult to bear.
Never failed. How nice it would be if that were true. This time she held her tongue. Her demise had been painful, having used her body to shield the priest so she knew her death had also been real. Her physical form had perished, but her spirit had lived on. There was no need to make this clarification. If they did manage it, if they left together what would await her on the other side?]
I'm sorry. I did not realize how insensitive I must have sounded earlier. [For whatever reason Seto did care about her on some level and he had raised her to such a pedestal, someone he had never met before. At least not in this way, so that she could converse with him. Or so she thought, since she didn't know about their "first" meeting. Those that survived and were left behind did suffer in the knowledge that someone else died in their place... she hadn't considered that.
Had her priest felt this crushing level of remorse? Was that partially fueling this conversation by their mutual connections?]
I can't say what will happen later.. but I won't do anything that will knowingly lead to my further confinement.
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As he attributed all these accomplishments to her, Kisara couldn't help but feel as if he might be exaggerating but she also didn't feel as if she could fully refute him, not when he was opening up to her about this. Seto didn't strike her as the sort of person that liked to admit when he needed to depend on someone else, he just seemed too confident, too controlled earlier in the day. It was just so hard to envision herself as some great savior, even if she had tried to protect someone in the past.]
Surely you must have had a hand in these things as well?
[Replying humbly, gaze not slipping from his. Her breathing hitched when he drew her hand upward unsure at first where this was leading. The pained expression that followed was difficult to bear.
Never failed. How nice it would be if that were true. This time she held her tongue. Her demise had been painful, having used her body to shield the priest so she knew her death had also been real. Her physical form had perished, but her spirit had lived on. There was no need to make this clarification. If they did manage it, if they left together what would await her on the other side?]
I'm sorry. I did not realize how insensitive I must have sounded earlier. [For whatever reason Seto did care about her on some level and he had raised her to such a pedestal, someone he had never met before. At least not in this way, so that she could converse with him.
Or so she thought, since she didn't know about their "first" meeting. Those that survived and were left behind did suffer in the knowledge that someone else died in their place... she hadn't considered that.Had her priest felt this crushing level of remorse? Was that partially fueling this conversation by their mutual connections?]
I can't say what will happen later.. but I won't do anything that will knowingly lead to my further confinement.