[Nana hasn't really thought about it that way. Pain was something she always avoided; pain was the thing she took as a way to protect what she cared about. She never thought of it as a proof of passion, or a badge of honor.
She looks up at Miach and blinks. She really expected chiding -- most people told her that she didn't need to take all of that one. Or, maybe, Miach would point out the futility of what she's doing.
But she says she likes it, even if she disagrees with it. She feels her fingers brushed against, and at first, her fingers curl a little -- and then there's only a moment's hesitation, before her fingers slide between Miach's, and squeeze her hand.
Nana looks up, and there's a small smile on her face.]
...I'm glad you do. I know we're different, but... the way you do what you want, the way you make me question things... even if they're not the way I think, I like that about you.
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[Nana hasn't really thought about it that way. Pain was something she always avoided; pain was the thing she took as a way to protect what she cared about. She never thought of it as a proof of passion, or a badge of honor.
She looks up at Miach and blinks. She really expected chiding -- most people told her that she didn't need to take all of that one. Or, maybe, Miach would point out the futility of what she's doing.
But she says she likes it, even if she disagrees with it. She feels her fingers brushed against, and at first, her fingers curl a little -- and then there's only a moment's hesitation, before her fingers slide between Miach's, and squeeze her hand.
Nana looks up, and there's a small smile on her face.]
...I'm glad you do. I know we're different, but... the way you do what you want, the way you make me question things... even if they're not the way I think, I like that about you.