She wants to laugh, but for now, the stiff mask of politeness, seriousness, stays on her face. But Hayame had been raised by humans, not her own kind, and while they had beat into her the lessons of human etiquette and made her school her human half to their expectation... her equine half slightly betrays her, one back hoof stamping in the grass.
Who wanted to be alone? Who relished in being an oddity, as the only one representing everything "Normal" in a world of the insane? Who wanted to be alone?]
Who says I require help?
[And who would answer a question like that, when to do so would so blatantly admit to weakness? To how much she longs to see another of her kind, to see the few she had grown to trust before it had all been ripped away?]
[The obvious answer. Her body language aside, the hostility's clear. He looks up at her and focuses on the lingering taste of wine on his tongue instead of the sudden spike of irritation.]
I asked because I don't want to put you off anymore. I hate it when I do. It would be nice to justify it as doing you a favor, because it's a hell of a lot easier than admitting I give a damn and want to do better.
We can just drop it if you want. We can talk about something else. Or nothing. Probably safest.
[No one, he says, but she heard what she expected to hear in his last question, and for a moment, it seems like she might dig her hooves in and make something of it.
Until she forces herself to drink more of the strange tasting wine.
She doesn't reply until she's sip-drank half of it, struggling to find the words to reply, to even decide what she thought of the words that had come out of his mouth. What was he saying? That he wished to... get along with her?]
Ninurrta is gone.
[Is what she says over the rim of her glass, waiting for his response to that reminder.
Wanting to know why he would wish to still have anything to do with her, now that that single tie that had connected them was gone.]
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She wants to laugh, but for now, the stiff mask of politeness, seriousness, stays on her face. But Hayame had been raised by humans, not her own kind, and while they had beat into her the lessons of human etiquette and made her school her human half to their expectation... her equine half slightly betrays her, one back hoof stamping in the grass.
Who wanted to be alone? Who relished in being an oddity, as the only one representing everything "Normal" in a world of the insane? Who wanted to be alone?]
Who says I require help?
[And who would answer a question like that, when to do so would so blatantly admit to weakness? To how much she longs to see another of her kind, to see the few she had grown to trust before it had all been ripped away?]
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[The obvious answer. Her body language aside, the hostility's clear. He looks up at her and focuses on the lingering taste of wine on his tongue instead of the sudden spike of irritation.]
I asked because I don't want to put you off anymore. I hate it when I do. It would be nice to justify it as doing you a favor, because it's a hell of a lot easier than admitting I give a damn and want to do better.
We can just drop it if you want. We can talk about something else. Or nothing. Probably safest.
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Until she forces herself to drink more of the strange tasting wine.
She doesn't reply until she's sip-drank half of it, struggling to find the words to reply, to even decide what she thought of the words that had come out of his mouth. What was he saying? That he wished to... get along with her?]
Ninurrta is gone.
[Is what she says over the rim of her glass, waiting for his response to that reminder.
Wanting to know why he would wish to still have anything to do with her, now that that single tie that had connected them was gone.]