[ Saya is still while she listens. What he says... hm. Her species has a long and wide possessive streak. Call it jealousy, or envy, she never gets the two straight. Queens are covetous, they want to make everything theirs. It's a necessary instinct, otherwise they'd never make Chevaliers and the species would die out (which is, of course, what Saya's fighting when she says she'll never make another one). Saya has that possessive feeling about most people she meets, and the more she gets to like them the stronger it is. Even strictly platonic friendships, she feels a sting when they're close to someone else, no matter how happy she is for them. She's ashamed of it, but she's learned to live with it. ]
[ When Red Son talks about Mei, Saya doesn't feel the way she would have expected. Foremost, when he expresses that want to keep Mei, Saya wants that for him. Then she worries about his impending loss, which looms in his mind regardless of whether it bears out. And then... an odd feeling of ease which surprises her. As if her instincts take for granted that she doesn't need to bother with all that usual nonsense. ]
[ It's a familiar feeling, although she can't say why. Amnesia sucks. ]
[ She reaches out to clasp his hand. ]
Mortals... are hard. [ "Loving them is hard," but she doesn't want to say that. Trying to keep her emoting neutral is such a challenge, her kind has particularly strong emotions. ]
You'll figure it out. [ She takes a breath like she might have said more, then stops. She'll be glad when it's sunrise so she can be all over the place with her feelings again -- speaking of. ]
[ Saya pulls out her phone and checks the time, the shows it to Red Son. Not too long until sunrise. ] We're almost through with this place, assuming void time is the same as regular time.
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[ When Red Son talks about Mei, Saya doesn't feel the way she would have expected. Foremost, when he expresses that want to keep Mei, Saya wants that for him. Then she worries about his impending loss, which looms in his mind regardless of whether it bears out. And then... an odd feeling of ease which surprises her. As if her instincts take for granted that she doesn't need to bother with all that usual nonsense. ]
[ It's a familiar feeling, although she can't say why. Amnesia sucks. ]
[ She reaches out to clasp his hand. ]
Mortals... are hard. [ "Loving them is hard," but she doesn't want to say that. Trying to keep her emoting neutral is such a challenge, her kind has particularly strong emotions. ]
You'll figure it out. [ She takes a breath like she might have said more, then stops. She'll be glad when it's sunrise so she can be all over the place with her feelings again -- speaking of. ]
[ Saya pulls out her phone and checks the time, the shows it to Red Son. Not too long until sunrise. ] We're almost through with this place, assuming void time is the same as regular time.