Never Going Out of Style

"Mmm...well, I never left that much anyway." Jiao shrugged. She watched with a little smile as Jigano gave Isuma his finger, the action sweet despite her confusion and discomfort around the bond between them. He explained about monsters of the sort she had never heard of before, ones that could not be seen but were real enough anyway. "I've never heard of that at all." She said, which made sense if they were something borne of the barrier itself, she supposed. "...Maybe thats why everyone from in the barrier is so sad and boring. You're the first one I've met that wasn't totally traumatised over something." Though he still had time to prove himself troubled, she supposed. There was little for him to return to, he said, which was unusual; most people she'd spoken to seemed passionate about their homes one way or another, either glad to be free of them or desperately wanting to return. "Hmm. Then maybe it's good you came here. I dunno how the Outlanders were picked, but a lot of people seem to not like that they were brought here." His question made her shake her head and glance back towards her fabric, which had floated to the surface in some parts, the colour already a slightly translucent red. "No...not really. I just...ended up doing it, and I'm good at it, so it's fine. I get to use pretty colours and there isn't really anything else I'd like to do." The answer was surprisingly honest for Jiao, delivered in a more sombre voice than her usual flippant tone. JIAO Some girls fight hard Some face the trial Some girls were just meant to smile