[ Less restless this time when he takes a few moments to write, Naminé spends the pause considering further implications of power like his. Needless to say, this has her frown pretty firmly settled on her mouth by the time she actually gets to read his message. ]
... I'm sorry, [ she says sincerely once she's read through it, her voice quieted with sympathy; she's probably been waiting to say that from the beginning, going by the look on her face. ] That sounds... really hard.
[ Given all her misgivings and guilt about her own abilities, Naminé's in a prime position to understand how having power over others isn't always a gift so much as a curse in disguise. As frightening as she finds herself, at least she can turn her magic off. Even if she weren't already inclined to try to help Toge, she'd want to purely out of solidarity; humming with a knitted brow, she considers what she's learned already. ]
I'm not sure if it'll help, but-- [ She has to try, so, ] Sometimes... the words aren't what's important.
[ Well, that's more complicated in his case, which is why she straightens a little, turning to look at him more directly. ]
What I mean is, not all magic is about the words you use to cast it. What's in your heart and mind can make a difference, too, especially in a place like this. And there are lots of ways to tell someone what you want without having to speak.
[ A touch bashfully, she backpedals to a, ]
But-- I'm sure you already know that. [ He's proven his awareness of hand gestures, for one thing. ] I suppose what I'm trying to say is, maybe you can find a way to let your heart speak first, and then figure out what to do with your voice later on.
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... I'm sorry, [ she says sincerely once she's read through it, her voice quieted with sympathy; she's probably been waiting to say that from the beginning, going by the look on her face. ] That sounds... really hard.
[ Given all her misgivings and guilt about her own abilities, Naminé's in a prime position to understand how having power over others isn't always a gift so much as a curse in disguise. As frightening as she finds herself, at least she can turn her magic off. Even if she weren't already inclined to try to help Toge, she'd want to purely out of solidarity; humming with a knitted brow, she considers what she's learned already. ]
I'm not sure if it'll help, but-- [ She has to try, so, ] Sometimes... the words aren't what's important.
[ Well, that's more complicated in his case, which is why she straightens a little, turning to look at him more directly. ]
What I mean is, not all magic is about the words you use to cast it. What's in your heart and mind can make a difference, too, especially in a place like this. And there are lots of ways to tell someone what you want without having to speak.
[ A touch bashfully, she backpedals to a, ]
But-- I'm sure you already know that. [ He's proven his awareness of hand gestures, for one thing. ] I suppose what I'm trying to say is, maybe you can find a way to let your heart speak first, and then figure out what to do with your voice later on.