[ Perhaps it was meant to be, that she would meet someone like Hayame here, who had never experienced friendship before. Not really, and not in a meaningful way. She knows what it is, to struggle with this question, what is a friend, what it meant? Oh, she had been given "friends" so many times over the years. Hells, her mother had made her make a friend only to murder her. But it wasn't until...
Until she'd been given the opportunity, even as a ghost, to know what Friendhsip was. To have someone accept, to have people who would sit, and eat, to enjoy space next to, but friendship was not --
It was not what Hayame said. It was not simply turning away others, or making decisions for them. That was what she had been given, time and time again. ]
Friends are not sycophants, Hayame. People will make their own decisions, based on their own values, or what they desire. If you wish them to not tell you the truths we believe, or tell you what we feel, it is not friendship.
[ She offered her a soft, sad smile. ]
I would know. Do you know how long it took me, to understand what Friendship was.
Have they told you that they do not value you? Have they forsaken you? They may have made mistakes, or made choices that they need to decide that they must do.
If you had killed Sebastian, I would be angry, but I would not... seek to turn you away. [ She would be...disappointed. ]
You must decide for yourself, who your friends are. Would I not reach out to you this way, if we were not? Would I not try to still your hand, because of what I think would be self destructive, if I did not Care? Friends tell you thinks you may not see, they give you their perspective, and yes, sometimes they still make mistakes, or do things that one could not imagine them doing. Commit crimes, even.
[ She had turned away herself, once, from Catherine's friendship. She had left, after that night, when they'd made dinner together as a group, and she'd been treated like a Friend, and spoke to Catherine's friends like people... She had left, and joined their enemy.
And then she had felt it, that guilt. She'd gained the will of the people, she'd pulled them away from Dread Empress Malicia, and...
She never heard the song. She'd been the people's choice, and she'd never even heard it. The song that meant that she could have been Dread Empress. She knew it wasn't to be, and she knew it had been a Mistake. ]
Only you can decide who is your friend, Hayame, but I think of you as one of mine.
[ She was hard, and angry, and oh so spiteful, but she was proud, and strong, and stalwart, and Akua admired her for it, even when she lashed out. She could handle a little spite, despite that. She was a villain, after all. ]
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Until she'd been given the opportunity, even as a ghost, to know what Friendhsip was. To have someone accept, to have people who would sit, and eat, to enjoy space next to, but friendship was not --
It was not what Hayame said. It was not simply turning away others, or making decisions for them. That was what she had been given, time and time again. ]
Friends are not sycophants, Hayame. People will make their own decisions, based on their own values, or what they desire. If you wish them to not tell you the truths we believe, or tell you what we feel, it is not friendship.
[ She offered her a soft, sad smile. ]
I would know. Do you know how long it took me, to understand what Friendship was.
Have they told you that they do not value you? Have they forsaken you? They may have made mistakes, or made choices that they need to decide that they must do.
If you had killed Sebastian, I would be angry, but I would not... seek to turn you away. [ She would be...disappointed. ]
You must decide for yourself, who your friends are. Would I not reach out to you this way, if we were not? Would I not try to still your hand, because of what I think would be self destructive, if I did not Care? Friends tell you thinks you may not see, they give you their perspective, and yes, sometimes they still make mistakes, or do things that one could not imagine them doing. Commit crimes, even.
[ She had turned away herself, once, from Catherine's friendship. She had left, after that night, when they'd made dinner together as a group, and she'd been treated like a Friend, and spoke to Catherine's friends like people... She had left, and joined their enemy.
And then she had felt it, that guilt. She'd gained the will of the people, she'd pulled them away from Dread Empress Malicia, and...
She never heard the song. She'd been the people's choice, and she'd never even heard it. The song that meant that she could have been Dread Empress. She knew it wasn't to be, and she knew it had been a Mistake. ]
Only you can decide who is your friend, Hayame, but I think of you as one of mine.
[ She was hard, and angry, and oh so spiteful, but she was proud, and strong, and stalwart, and Akua admired her for it, even when she lashed out. She could handle a little spite, despite that. She was a villain, after all. ]