You tell me that you hate this part of you. You hate your heritage, you kind, you deny yourself. And yet, you also told me that you hold pride in your godhood, that in me denying that I've offended you and all that's sustained you for many centuries. Those two truths, to my ears, are so contradictory that it burns them - that your difference, the difference you accept exists for the benefit of the humans.
To me, nothing could be more sad.
[ As in genuinely tragic, not pathetic. ]
.... I hate humanity. You know this to be true. But I've also lived alongside these people for many weeks now, and I've been forced to accept them, their species and my hatreds and all. And I have begun to wonder, as I've considered what you demanded of me last Sunday, as I've pondered Killidia's words and the retorts of Orihime, myself, and others: perhaps, when it comes to the souls of individuals, perhaps the difference of species and kind is immaterial. And perhaps, in the world where humanity is not so wretchedly blind, a more ideal world where I could imagine the likes of the bean sprout and Silver and Orihime to be the norm rather than the exceptions, in a just world… you would never have to hide your horns.
Certainly, as I said, you have every right to that world, just I have every right to mine. It doesn’t matter is the ratio is millions to hundreds, as it is mine, or even millions to one. We are all, as you might put it, Children of Earth.
[ . . . ]
Yes, I love that you are different. I embrace that part of you that you apparently hate. Your horns are intriguing to me. Your people and that language they have fascinate me. The claws I saw you dig into the podium captivate me. All of these things are true. That difference excites me, to know that there is another besides me who is so different here, and to have experienced that difference in body and mind firsthand. I want you to celebrate those differences with me.
[ Something which seems increasingly unlikely, and she knows it. ]
... You ask me if I understand. I am trying, and if you hold what you are to be so shameful, I will do what I can to no longer highlight it. You are a woman, a friend before all else.
However I have begun to wonder, though I cannot yet believe it myself, if humans, devils, and demons… if all those and vampires share the same soul. And if that can be true, then perhaps no one species is better or worse than any other. That’s… what James believed, in any case.
[ She sighs, finally. And the spellbinding seriousness she held as she laid her thinking before Hanyuu passes. ]
... But all of that is my own mind’s wanderings. You asked me before to understand, and this is thus far what I have tried to comprehend. Perhaps there is no truth to be found in any of it.
[ She seriousness doesn’t quite return, but she does straighten her shoulders as she finishes with: ]
Know this, though: What I love about Hanyuu Furude, or High Rune Isaeo Muuru Jeda or whatever name you could choose to bare is nothing less than that very soul.
[ and she hopes that both counts as understanding, and is enough for Hanyuu to understand her ]
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You tell me that you hate this part of you. You hate your heritage, you kind, you deny yourself. And yet, you also told me that you hold pride in your godhood, that in me denying that I've offended you and all that's sustained you for many centuries. Those two truths, to my ears, are so contradictory that it burns them - that your difference, the difference you accept exists for the benefit of the humans.
To me, nothing could be more sad.
[ As in genuinely tragic, not pathetic. ]
.... I hate humanity. You know this to be true. But I've also lived alongside these people for many weeks now, and I've been forced to accept them, their species and my hatreds and all. And I have begun to wonder, as I've considered what you demanded of me last Sunday, as I've pondered Killidia's words and the retorts of Orihime, myself, and others: perhaps, when it comes to the souls of individuals, perhaps the difference of species and kind is immaterial. And perhaps, in the world where humanity is not so wretchedly blind, a more ideal world where I could imagine the likes of the bean sprout and Silver and Orihime to be the norm rather than the exceptions, in a just world… you would never have to hide your horns.
Certainly, as I said, you have every right to that world, just I have every right to mine. It doesn’t matter is the ratio is millions to hundreds, as it is mine, or even millions to one. We are all, as you might put it, Children of Earth.
[ . . . ]
Yes, I love that you are different. I embrace that part of you that you apparently hate. Your horns are intriguing to me. Your people and that language they have fascinate me. The claws I saw you dig into the podium captivate me. All of these things are true. That difference excites me, to know that there is another besides me who is so different here, and to have experienced that difference in body and mind firsthand. I want you to celebrate those differences with me.
[ Something which seems increasingly unlikely, and she knows it. ]
... You ask me if I understand. I am trying, and if you hold what you are to be so shameful, I will do what I can to no longer highlight it. You are a woman, a friend before all else.
However I have begun to wonder, though I cannot yet believe it myself, if humans, devils, and demons… if all those and vampires share the same soul. And if that can be true, then perhaps no one species is better or worse than any other. That’s… what James believed, in any case.
[ She sighs, finally. And the spellbinding seriousness she held as she laid her thinking before Hanyuu passes. ]
... But all of that is my own mind’s wanderings. You asked me before to understand, and this is thus far what I have tried to comprehend. Perhaps there is no truth to be found in any of it.
[ She seriousness doesn’t quite return, but she does straighten her shoulders as she finishes with: ]
Know this, though: What I love about Hanyuu Furude, or High Rune Isaeo Muuru Jeda or whatever name you could choose to bare is nothing less than that very soul.
[ and she hopes that both counts as understanding, and is enough for Hanyuu to understand her ]