Elda doesn't even know how to react to that. She doesn't understand most of it. Pure bloods? Mixed bloods? Embryos? Mergers? The intellectual framework of what Hanyuu's explaining doesn't make a lick of sense to Elda, who has been so firmly grounded in the early 20th century that he doesn't know what a television is. But none of that is at all relevant in the face of the emotional current of the story.
Three years.
Spirits that assimilated to humans and became the same being. So that was something like their reproduction, maybe? She doesn't even bother to figure out that, there's no point in trying to intellectually understand it in this instant. Rather, she instead notices other details - a duty to deal with those laying waste to the village and watch over the ones who were kill. The spirits merged with older people...?
Three years.
Elda hasn't noticed herself doing it, but she dropped the towel as she lost feeling in her hand, and she scooted closer to Hanyuu with wide eyes that are once more brimming with tears. Because there's something incredibly clear through all of this, even if she's comparing tragedy and even if she doesn't understand. Because really, there is more tragedy in someone having to kill their loved one than to them dying in their sleep. Even if she failed James or James failed her or any of that, that's all sophistry.
Three goddamn years.
In the end, even the fact she had to kill him - that's not quite sophistry, of course, but... ]
... That's way too short.
[ Because what's three years against eternity. That was unfair. That wasn't near enough time. ]
no subject
Elda doesn't even know how to react to that. She doesn't understand most of it. Pure bloods? Mixed bloods? Embryos? Mergers? The intellectual framework of what Hanyuu's explaining doesn't make a lick of sense to Elda, who has been so firmly grounded in the early 20th century that he doesn't know what a television is. But none of that is at all relevant in the face of the emotional current of the story.
Three years.
Spirits that assimilated to humans and became the same being. So that was something like their reproduction, maybe? She doesn't even bother to figure out that, there's no point in trying to intellectually understand it in this instant. Rather, she instead notices other details - a duty to deal with those laying waste to the village and watch over the ones who were kill. The spirits merged with older people...?
Three years.
Elda hasn't noticed herself doing it, but she dropped the towel as she lost feeling in her hand, and she scooted closer to Hanyuu with wide eyes that are once more brimming with tears. Because there's something incredibly clear through all of this, even if she's comparing tragedy and even if she doesn't understand. Because really, there is more tragedy in someone having to kill their loved one than to them dying in their sleep. Even if she failed James or James failed her or any of that, that's all sophistry.
Three goddamn years.
In the end, even the fact she had to kill him - that's not quite sophistry, of course, but... ]
... That's way too short.
[ Because what's three years against eternity. That was unfair. That wasn't near enough time. ]