"Why...w-why did you help me?" Her voice cracked slightly and she gestures to the book on the table in front of her, "I'm trying to understand, but I just...can't...why me? Why help me? I'm just-...I'm not-..." She opens her mouth like she wants to say more, but nothing else comes out. She just looks at you, and you can see fear, and pain, and some very, very broken in her eyes.
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[X]Charisma 3 + Stunt 2 + 1WP for autosux
You look at her questioning, unhappy face. And for a moment, you don't see her.
You see a pale man with straight,dark purple hair falling over his hitai-ate, a teasing smirk on his face as his callused, gentle hands applied bandaids to the skinned knees of a much-younger version of yourself.
"Because it was the right thing to do."
You echo his words then, an unbidden smile on your lips as the memory never fails to warm you.
You look into Kin's uncomprehending eyes, and words rise to your lips as you try to to elaborate. "A long time ago, someone once did the same for a civilian orphan girl with no relatives." You pause. "That was me, by the way. The orphan, not the doer."
You sit cross-legged on one of the beanbags scattered across the room, taking a moment to compose yourself before continuing.
"You were hurting. Why wouldn't I help?"
Kin's face takes on a look of skepticism at your words as she practically spits words at you, some of the fire that you saw in her match against Shikamaru animating her face. "Don't bullshit me. Not even tree-huggers go around helping their enemies because they
hurt."
"Well. No." you admit with a little laugh, suddenly relaxed. "I don't think anyone I know who isn't a monk is
that nice.
If you were attacking me, or someone I cared about, my first priority would be to stop you. But you weren't now. Were you?"
Kin looks away from you without saying anything, her unbound black hair partly obscuring her face as she avoids your eyes.
Was thinking about it, your new ability whispers in your mind.
Huh.
You shift a little on the beanbag you've sunk into, it's cells softer than anything in your apartment.
Maybe I should spend a little less money on weapons and more on furniture. "For much of my life, I have been the recipient of the kindness of strangers; wouldn't be here today if I wasn't.
This very village was built on the kindness of strangers, or so our history books say."
You lean forward, your eyes catching and holding her own.
"We don't always succeed, but we are supposed to try to live up to it, y'know?"
How did it do that?
That's how.
I mean, I was thinking about how they would have met in the first place.
How else does narrative convention state that an adult shinobi meets an under-10 orphan who lives at an orphanage?