S E I J I
Seiji cannot help but think she's kind. First, as she ignores his minor episode. Then, as she pushes the plate of food toward him. He hesitates to disguise his hunger, but reaches for it eagerly all the same. "Thank you!" he responds, smiling broadly. Wherever he came from, there must have been food aplenty there. He can't have been so hungry before. He's silent for a moment, chewing, reflecting on nothing more than the absolute blessing of food in his starving mouth. Warm and nourishing.
He needed that. And he must consider Kiada a friend, or at least an ally, for the time being. Despite her harsh exterior, she's very kind to help a stranger such as himself, one obviously incapable of repaying the favor. She describes her situation as stuck, and Seiji has to agree. Stuck. But is he trying to make the most of it? He thinks — no. He must have had things to do back home. He must have come from somewhere, a somewhere which aches for him nearly as much as he does for it. He cannot sit idle, cannot try to make a life in this place — whatever it is —
He shakes his head, as if shaking off a persistent insect. Then he gestures at her armor. "Are you a soldier?" he asks, choosing the most honorable profession he can think of to describe her look, lest he insult her. "You don't want to go back?"
Seiji cannot help but think she's kind. First, as she ignores his minor episode. Then, as she pushes the plate of food toward him. He hesitates to disguise his hunger, but reaches for it eagerly all the same. "Thank you!" he responds, smiling broadly. Wherever he came from, there must have been food aplenty there. He can't have been so hungry before. He's silent for a moment, chewing, reflecting on nothing more than the absolute blessing of food in his starving mouth. Warm and nourishing.
He needed that. And he must consider Kiada a friend, or at least an ally, for the time being. Despite her harsh exterior, she's very kind to help a stranger such as himself, one obviously incapable of repaying the favor. She describes her situation as stuck, and Seiji has to agree. Stuck. But is he trying to make the most of it? He thinks — no. He must have had things to do back home. He must have come from somewhere, a somewhere which aches for him nearly as much as he does for it. He cannot sit idle, cannot try to make a life in this place — whatever it is —
He shakes his head, as if shaking off a persistent insect. Then he gestures at her armor. "Are you a soldier?" he asks, choosing the most honorable profession he can think of to describe her look, lest he insult her. "You don't want to go back?"
The rain is full
of ghosts tonight
of ghosts tonight
