[No lie, it is very hard. Being away from her people makes Eve feel so much smaller in a world she barely understands. She's doing better! She's read so much over the months here, so her knowledge grows every day, but the emptiness remains.]
[Vash isn't the first one to pat her head. (The first being Train's ex-coworker, Chronos Number 2 of the secretive elite assassins. Who despite his intimidating speed and stature, ruffled her hair when leaving after a delivery. Very confusing. A little infantizing. She wasn't sure what to make of it.) But in this case, Vash has the advantage that they've met multiple times. So while she looks up questioningly, she doesn't startle or scoot away.]
[He's got it right on the money. The color keeps shifting between green, yellow, and orange depending on how good or bad she's feeling. Mostly yellow for this conversation, but with occasional blips one way or the other.]
Home is mostly people, I think. Otherwise there's nothing separating it from another house or building. [O-oh...] I... don't know if I have family. The people I live with are the ones who got me out of my previous situation. Though I would like if they thought of me that way. [She certainly thinks of Sven as a father figure, whether she fully realizes it or not. And Train is kinda brother-like in his annoying way. Rins already calls her a little sister, but she doesn't stick with them much, going off on her own most of the time.]
[Look even if he has more blood on his hands than hers, they still belong in the same boat.]
At the time... choice wasn't really something I knew was possible. I was who I was told, nothing else. But it doesn't change what I did. [Others might disagree. Her situation was very different from a pleasure killer or even a regular soldier. But Eve is too focused on what she did was wrong.] Killing isn't right. I think I may have known all along. I hated it. How it felt to end someone's life.
That's right. We're free to make our own lives now.
[Eve isn't sure what to make of the shaking or being thanked, but she thinks it's a good sign? That he might feel better. It does make her feel like she's being praised for something, which is very nice.]
[She goes back to picking out crystals with her mind buzzing and a smile in her heart.]
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[Vash isn't the first one to pat her head. (The first being Train's ex-coworker, Chronos Number 2 of the secretive elite assassins. Who despite his intimidating speed and stature, ruffled her hair when leaving after a delivery. Very confusing. A little infantizing. She wasn't sure what to make of it.) But in this case, Vash has the advantage that they've met multiple times. So while she looks up questioningly, she doesn't startle or scoot away.]
[He's got it right on the money. The color keeps shifting between green, yellow, and orange depending on how good or bad she's feeling. Mostly yellow for this conversation, but with occasional blips one way or the other.]
Home is mostly people, I think. Otherwise there's nothing separating it from another house or building. [O-oh...] I... don't know if I have family. The people I live with are the ones who got me out of my previous situation. Though I would like if they thought of me that way. [She certainly thinks of Sven as a father figure, whether she fully realizes it or not. And Train is kinda brother-like in his annoying way. Rins already calls her a little sister, but she doesn't stick with them much, going off on her own most of the time.]
[Look even if he has more blood on his hands than hers, they still belong in the same boat.]
At the time... choice wasn't really something I knew was possible. I was who I was told, nothing else. But it doesn't change what I did. [Others might disagree. Her situation was very different from a pleasure killer or even a regular soldier. But Eve is too focused on what she did was wrong.] Killing isn't right. I think I may have known all along. I hated it. How it felt to end someone's life.
That's right. We're free to make our own lives now.
[Eve isn't sure what to make of the shaking or being thanked, but she thinks it's a good sign? That he might feel better. It does make her feel like she's being praised for something, which is very nice.]
[She goes back to picking out crystals with her mind buzzing and a smile in her heart.]