[He says it like it's such an obvious thing, and even though a part of her does recognize that, for the people of Kenos, perhaps it was true... It has always been difficult for Hayame to let go of the shackles she has worn her entire life. Even now, after over a year apart from the only world she had ever known... She still often acts on instinct based on the rules and morals of her culture. Even though it is a culture she had always secretly raged against, resented for what it did to jinba, to women...
It somehow is not easy to let go of. Perhaps she had simply clung to it in order to keep her sanity in Horos, in Kenos, where things were so overwhelming and wrong...
He was right to think a protest might be coming. It is stalled by his kiss, and she finds herself lingering on his lips just because she doesn't know what words to use. Should she chastise him for reminding her how long he had lied about something as simple as his name? Should she try to claim that he was a man, and of course a man need not ever worry for damage to his reputation like a woman must? She nuzzles against his forehead for a moment, her eye drifting closed, and what finally comes out is an equally quiet, half-reluctant admission that,]
... It is not easy for me.
[She has fiercely protected her reputation and her status as a warrior ever since she'd understood how the world worked. To change it now...
... So. She is grateful. That he seems willing to be a secret until she says otherwise.]
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It somehow is not easy to let go of. Perhaps she had simply clung to it in order to keep her sanity in Horos, in Kenos, where things were so overwhelming and wrong...
He was right to think a protest might be coming. It is stalled by his kiss, and she finds herself lingering on his lips just because she doesn't know what words to use. Should she chastise him for reminding her how long he had lied about something as simple as his name? Should she try to claim that he was a man, and of course a man need not ever worry for damage to his reputation like a woman must? She nuzzles against his forehead for a moment, her eye drifting closed, and what finally comes out is an equally quiet, half-reluctant admission that,]
... It is not easy for me.
[She has fiercely protected her reputation and her status as a warrior ever since she'd understood how the world worked. To change it now...
... So. She is grateful. That he seems willing to be a secret until she says otherwise.]