[The box put away, she saunters back to the table Gen is sitting at with visible strain. Her gaze fixes onto him properly now, no more looking away.
He looks like shit.
Will this only burden him further? Or will it absolve him? She can't tell as she is, but it's been well known to her ever since a crashed dinner-not-date in Godsblood that this boy has been in contact with that foolish self-professed priest with an ever-bleeding heart. She can see it far too easily, honestly, how that brand of patience could worm its way under this scarred and volatile teen's rough exterior and straight into a starving and self-denying heart.
Minegishi Gen shouldn't have to go through any of this. But since there's no means to remove him from Horos in any way she knows of or would care to entertain, the only compromise would be...
(...)
Drawing in a quiet breath, she lifts a hand to her chest and phases her shard through her robes at her sternum without shifting her gaze away from him. She's done it many times now, it comes as easily as breathing.]
That's okay. I don't mind answering questions you may have to ask out loud either, I also won't ask anything of you after. [She considers telling him it's getting late and he should get some rest, but ultimately decides against it after a few seconds of deliberation.]
The sandwiches will still be here tomorrow. You can ask a kitchen staff to help you reheat them, or just send down your retainer.
[What a pointless detail to voice. But since it's through food that they maintained this strenuous relationship the past few months, it seems only fitting too, almost poetic really, to close off the last remnants of what may pass off as normalcy between them before they leave that world behind.
She'll show him, just how mercilessly Abel and Himeka were ambushed. How seamlessly and ruthlessly she fought together with Emet-Selch as a unit. She knows where she'll cut the feed, too: right after the clumsy Pleromas fall into the sea, before Emet-Selch begins gathering a spell of thundering fury and Ciel herself had to step in to stop him.
Thus dragging the prisoners back as people and not shards, it would've been a kinder fate than how they've been treated ever since their confinement began.]
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He looks like shit.
Will this only burden him further? Or will it absolve him? She can't tell as she is, but it's been well known to her ever since a crashed dinner-not-date in Godsblood that this boy has been in contact with that foolish self-professed priest with an ever-bleeding heart. She can see it far too easily, honestly, how that brand of patience could worm its way under this scarred and volatile teen's rough exterior and straight into a starving and self-denying heart.
Minegishi Gen shouldn't have to go through any of this. But since there's no means to remove him from Horos in any way she knows of or would care to entertain, the only compromise would be...
(...)
Drawing in a quiet breath, she lifts a hand to her chest and phases her shard through her robes at her sternum without shifting her gaze away from him. She's done it many times now, it comes as easily as breathing.]
That's okay. I don't mind answering questions you may have to ask out loud either, I also won't ask anything of you after. [She considers telling him it's getting late and he should get some rest, but ultimately decides against it after a few seconds of deliberation.]
The sandwiches will still be here tomorrow. You can ask a kitchen staff to help you reheat them, or just send down your retainer.
[What a pointless detail to voice. But since it's through food that they maintained this strenuous relationship the past few months, it seems only fitting too, almost poetic really, to close off the last remnants of what may pass off as normalcy between them before they leave that world behind.
She'll show him, just how mercilessly Abel and Himeka were ambushed. How seamlessly and ruthlessly she fought together with Emet-Selch as a unit. She knows where she'll cut the feed, too: right after the clumsy Pleromas fall into the sea, before Emet-Selch begins gathering a spell of thundering fury and Ciel herself had to step in to stop him.
Thus dragging the prisoners back as people and not shards, it would've been a kinder fate than how they've been treated ever since their confinement began.]