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Hell.. Hitomi, which pert of the need of Meguca to be basically self policing do you not understand?
Sayaka is being Sayaka, for sure.
Sayaka is being Sayaka, for sure.
You weren't a meguca back then, and you were injured by the fire. And you say you could have helped? You would have been a liability in that situation. You would have gotten yourself in danger, and hurt your friends and family because of that."You should have told me!" Sayaka snaps, jaw setting with eyes blazing. "I could have helped!"
And this would stop Sayaka how? She doesn't have any sense of self preservation when in full justice mode.You weren't a meguca back then, and you were injured by the fire. And you say you could have helped? You would have been a liability in that situation. You would have gotten yourself in danger, and hurt your friends and family because of that.
She doesn't mind hurting her friends and family due to their worry about her?And this would stop Sayaka how? She doesn't have any sense of self preservation when in full justice mode.
I've always felt she tends not to realise how much she matters to them. If she knew, she'd probably hold back, but she wouldn't be happy about it.She doesn't mind hurting her friends and family due to their worry about her?
Great update as always, Firn!"Yet. But we weren't out for revenge, when we went after tehm before anyone else got hurt, or worse.
It's Sayaka
DAMN IT!"Sayaka." You don't let your voice waver ad you address her. "You have a right to be angry about a lot of things-"
"You don't need to tell me that!" she roars, stomping forward. She thinks the better of it a split second and one step later, face twitching oddly as she hops back on one leg and an inarticulate yell.
It would be funny if everything weren't so tense.
Mami frowns. "For the sake of all of us, I'm going to clean up the the glass," she says, raising her free hand and pausing for a moment. When no one objects, she flicks her wrist at the mass of glass. A torrent of golden ribbons sweep away every last piece before weaving themselves into an embroidered bag to the side.
Sayaka scowls as she hoists her foot up and flicks away the piece of glass stuck there. A golden ribbon snaps out from the bag to catch the piece. Still, everyone seems to have relaxed the tiniest hair with the impromptu disruption.
Unless Sayaka gets the picture in the next couple updates, she's too much a liability to bring to Tokyo at this time imo.
*shrugs* Given the talk recently, I didn't remember that.Bringing her to Tokyo was never the plan. We explicitly said we'd drop her off before we went there when we discussed it with her earlier.
That's the problem, though: we can't not bring her, either. This is exactly the kind of situation she needs to be a part of, an object lesson in how much bigger the world is than her own bruised ego. At the same time, she needs to have her face rubbed into the fact that, now that she has shooting swords in her arsenal, she is a walking gun factory, and the moment she masters exploding swords she is a walking bomb factory. That's what most of the people of consequence that she meets now will think of her, and as such when she starts ranting and raving like she does then people are going to feel threatened, and very likely could decide to strike first.Bringing her to Tokyo was never the plan. We explicitly said we'd drop her off before we went there when we discussed it with her earlier.
Also, thank you Mami!
I don't see how a heat of the moment thing prevents someone from being our friend.Well I'm glad we found out that Hitomi isn't really our friend before we put any real trust in her. Of course the thread will probably vote to forgive her for accusing us of being a sadistic monster, but I can dream.
There's some things a friendship doesn't survive, and someone seriously, self-righteously accusing you of torturing your prisoners for kicks is one of them.
Sayaka clenchea her fist, but straightens slowly.
You shift a little, taking a step forward to stand beside Mami and grab her hand. You squeeze gently. "Mami?" you murmur. "Please let go of Hitomi? We should talk this out."
Mami glances at you, expression softening immediately. "Yes, of course," she says, letting out a breath. She turns her attention to Hitomi, dissolving the ribbon with a flick of her fingers. "I apologise for restraining you."
Hitomi nods and straightens, lips still pressed together into a thin line. She folds her arms - or tries to, at any rate, apparently forgetting about her cast for a moment. She settles for tucking her arms together when her hand scrapes over the cast.
Sayaka scowls, jaw setting hard. "How could you do this, Sabrina?" she asks.
You don't actually know what she's talking about. There's... too many things she could be talking about.
Hell, you're not sure what Hitomi meant, either. Does she think you took off Oriko's arm as some kind of vigilante justice? Is that something she thinks you would do - is that what she thinks of you? Anger, sharp and biting, flares again.
Gentle pressure on your hand brings you back - Mami squeezing your hand. You force the scowl that's worked its way onto your face off. Just as well you didn't let yourself be a punching bag. If... if nothing else, it'd be disrespectful to Mami. She cares about you, too.
"Hitomi, I'm certain that you've misunderstood something," you say, meeting her eyes and raising your hands placatingly. "But please, hold on a moment."
Her lips thin a little more.
You turn to Sayaka, taking a step forward and wincing at the feel of glass chunks under your feet. They're not sharp, thankfully.
Sayaka faces you, glowering still with her fists clenched tight in formless anger. You can read that much, at least. She isn't angry at you, per se. She doesn't have anywhere to direct the anger.
"Sayaka." You don't let your voice waver ad you address her. "You have a right to be angry about a lot of things-"