[She really does seem to just expect that he will know- or rather, that it is very likely he will know more than her. Ever since she emerged from the crystalline cocoons of Horos, doubly so after clawing her way out of the sap and dirt in Kenos… Hayame has always been the one who knew nothing, and it has always prevented her from feeling… capable, strong, sure… from feeling like herself. Like how she used to be. Was supposed to be.
She’d known how the world worked, once, what her place in it was and the most that she could do in it, but then… and then there, now here… She has never understood. It’s always been other people who knew magic or world travel or cosmic consequences but. Liem looks at her just as confused as she was, and that means…
She has to be the one who knows something, even if she doesn’t understand it, possessing only a vague idea that it might be relevant.]
There are… others here, who seem as jinba do, but are not.
[Others who had made her hearts clench with hope only for it to wither and die each time she’d realized… no, not this one either. They looked like her, but they didn’t know her world or understand her story. And yet still, pathetic enough to cling to anything even only the most shallow of connections… she had taken their invitation to frolic in the day of Alenroux. She had… hung back, but she had been there. And she had heard things.]
I heard them talking… saying that- that Yima is the one who is supposed to make shards, but they’d heard of a temple service that could supply them to those born without.
[The image of the shards in the night creature’s skull is swimming in her head, alongside the chaotic sense of fleeing, the pain of some sort of tampering with her (no, Manon’s) shard.]
So someone else… has to be making shards.
[Right? She didn’t understand the significance or difference between those born with or without beyond perhaps… that “magic” nonsense they were said to be able to access, but… apparently it was more desirable to have one? And if so-]
If only Yima makes them, what if- What if that means they must first be stolen from another?
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She’d known how the world worked, once, what her place in it was and the most that she could do in it, but then… and then there, now here… She has never understood. It’s always been other people who knew magic or world travel or cosmic consequences but. Liem looks at her just as confused as she was, and that means…
She has to be the one who knows something, even if she doesn’t understand it, possessing only a vague idea that it might be relevant.]
There are… others here, who seem as jinba do, but are not.
[Others who had made her hearts clench with hope only for it to wither and die each time she’d realized… no, not this one either. They looked like her, but they didn’t know her world or understand her story. And yet still, pathetic enough to cling to anything even only the most shallow of connections… she had taken their invitation to frolic in the day of Alenroux. She had… hung back, but she had been there. And she had heard things.]
I heard them talking… saying that- that Yima is the one who is supposed to make shards, but they’d heard of a temple service that could supply them to those born without.
[The image of the shards in the night creature’s skull is swimming in her head, alongside the chaotic sense of fleeing, the pain of some sort of tampering with her (no, Manon’s) shard.]
So someone else… has to be making shards.
[Right? She didn’t understand the significance or difference between those born with or without beyond perhaps… that “magic” nonsense they were said to be able to access, but… apparently it was more desirable to have one? And if so-]
If only Yima makes them, what if- What if that means they must first be stolen from another?