Hotaru
My head's a burial ground of your memory
Eyes may be sharp enough to spot reticence, but Ru is smart enough not to pry. Though she laughs slightly at his reaction. “Many felt the same before I got my hands on them - quite literally. It’s better than you think. And not at all emasculating if that’s what you’re afraid of.” An assumption maybe, but many of the soldiers and guards she’d eventually convinced onto her bench had voiced such fears. She listens with a patient ear, happy to learn about a lifestyle she knows nothing about. “You say stuck like it’s a bad thing. Many would say the same as you just did to me you know. Why long to be out on the snow when the Citadel’s dome could keep you warm?” Though Hotaru is not evading for once, merely rephrasing and directing it back at him. “Where I came from, my home was nearly identical to Halo. Warmth is more unfamiliar to me than anything. I love Halo for all it is, not all it is without.” Not that she doesn’t enjoy it of course, that’s why her spa would someday host hot springs.
