I do... Oh...? Hmm... [ How kind of him to ask consent over something she had no fucking idea what he was talking about, but her thoughts make their own inferences. She simplifies it in her mind, and it is pretty straight forward. As such the air of modest is upon her, and she answers in a humble manner.]I have never heard of something like that being possible - how interesting! But I think...
I think if someone gradually became more like me, that would be... No - I do not want that... I would not curse that likening to anyone. [ The amount of unspoken anxiety she knew she fought with, the sort of gradual decline into that depravity - no... None must struggle like her. It was her own battle, and she would not wish that upon anyone. ] But... If someone were to gradually be like ... Mizuki?
[ That seem to make her giggle a bit. ]
I would not want that either - not because another Mizuki would not be amazing, but because you are who they are. All on their own - ah let me ... Explain... My people. We believe in the heart, mind, and soul - the three strings that you tie in a braid. The lengthy weave it makes, long like Beithirs body. Strong together, whole. [ She takes one hand out and points a finger. Then does the same with the other enacting what she explains next. ] If you take two braided strings and threw them into the winds - where would they go? Not the same way, no matter if you made those strings by the same things and in the same weave. What they experience will always remain separate.
I just mean... Even if either one of us tried to change to be more like the other, even if it was forced... Ultimately in the end. We could never be the same exactly, and if we did try... [ Caoimhe continues thinking, still just assuming this is two people playing a talking game. ] Why? I like that you are different from me, its my favorite thing about you. About everyone else too.
[ Do you want to try - this thought lingers a bit in her mind. ]
Oh! I suppose if you want me to try to perform as you, I could try... T-Though I am not all that good... M-My sister Maeve is far better at acting then I am.
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I think if someone gradually became more like me, that would be... No - I do not want that... I would not curse that likening to anyone. [ The amount of unspoken anxiety she knew she fought with, the sort of gradual decline into that depravity - no... None must struggle like her. It was her own battle, and she would not wish that upon anyone. ] But... If someone were to gradually be like ... Mizuki?
[ That seem to make her giggle a bit. ]
I would not want that either - not because another Mizuki would not be amazing, but because you are who they are. All on their own - ah let me ... Explain... My people. We believe in the heart, mind, and soul - the three strings that you tie in a braid. The lengthy weave it makes, long like Beithirs body. Strong together, whole. [ She takes one hand out and points a finger. Then does the same with the other enacting what she explains next. ] If you take two braided strings and threw them into the winds - where would they go? Not the same way, no matter if you made those strings by the same things and in the same weave. What they experience will always remain separate.
I just mean... Even if either one of us tried to change to be more like the other, even if it was forced... Ultimately in the end. We could never be the same exactly, and if we did try... [ Caoimhe continues thinking, still just assuming this is two people playing a talking game. ] Why? I like that you are different from me, its my favorite thing about you. About everyone else too.
[ Do you want to try - this thought lingers a bit in her mind. ]
Oh! I suppose if you want me to try to perform as you, I could try... T-Though I am not all that good... M-My sister Maeve is far better at acting then I am.