"Perhaps you didn't but isn't that ultimately what the narrative will be?" she said, looking over at him. When he said bad apples she pointed at him, brows furrowing - not in anger but concentration, as he touched on the root of her anger with the situation. "But are they really bad apples, Jigano? Is that the truth? Was Ronin and everyone in that group seeking to hurt people? To cause chaos? No. That simply isn't the case. They aren't bad people. They are just...doers. But I suppose if you have lived in fear of something for three centuries doing something might seem bad." she said with a defeated sigh.
"Lots of people. You are wise, you are the leader of the Loreseekers guild, you are obviously well connected because of it...your voice has weight. I am just a midwife with stupid teenage girl problems." she said with a light huff. "People would listen to you, but you seem far from impartial which worries me..." she said, looking away again.
Why didn't she ask for help? She fell silent, looking at the grass between her feet as she thought. "Because helping others is all I am good for. Because if I died, it wouldn't really matter. The only difference I make is in helping other people. I don't matter. I don't deserve to matter. I am just a common girl who got lucky a few times but in the grand scheme of things I am just a speck of dust on the tapestry of fate that will be brushed away." she said, growing quieter as she spoke. She was a speck of dust, not even worthy of a thread in the weaving of time.
Phoebe looked at him as he spoke at length again, trying to conjure up images of her family as if it would help her empathize. But she didn't need empathy, she had a lot of it and could in many ways understand why the Naturals were upset - which really just made her more frustrated. "My family lived on the outskirts of a kingdom on the losing end of war that has been raging since before any an remember. My parents told me to pass through a portal, knowing they would never see me again, to Northaven, so I had a chance of surviving. Little villages with ample natural resources like mine are hot spot targets for invading forces, but not important enough to deem worthy of an army contingent to protect it." Tears rose in her eyes and she quickly dabbed them with the square of fabric Jigano had given her. The likelihood that her family was alive was slim to none.
"Lots of people. You are wise, you are the leader of the Loreseekers guild, you are obviously well connected because of it...your voice has weight. I am just a midwife with stupid teenage girl problems." she said with a light huff. "People would listen to you, but you seem far from impartial which worries me..." she said, looking away again.
Why didn't she ask for help? She fell silent, looking at the grass between her feet as she thought. "Because helping others is all I am good for. Because if I died, it wouldn't really matter. The only difference I make is in helping other people. I don't matter. I don't deserve to matter. I am just a common girl who got lucky a few times but in the grand scheme of things I am just a speck of dust on the tapestry of fate that will be brushed away." she said, growing quieter as she spoke. She was a speck of dust, not even worthy of a thread in the weaving of time.
Phoebe looked at him as he spoke at length again, trying to conjure up images of her family as if it would help her empathize. But she didn't need empathy, she had a lot of it and could in many ways understand why the Naturals were upset - which really just made her more frustrated. "My family lived on the outskirts of a kingdom on the losing end of war that has been raging since before any an remember. My parents told me to pass through a portal, knowing they would never see me again, to Northaven, so I had a chance of surviving. Little villages with ample natural resources like mine are hot spot targets for invading forces, but not important enough to deem worthy of an army contingent to protect it." Tears rose in her eyes and she quickly dabbed them with the square of fabric Jigano had given her. The likelihood that her family was alive was slim to none.
