Celestial Speck
I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
Mimaki stood quiet, and instantly, he could see that this woman, Ciri, was emotionally hurt by the Kitsune. Not only by the shape, movement, and overall feeling her soul gave off, like an infinite and bright star that has dimmed and was slashed away by outside forces, doing it's best not to become a violent supernova. Although to be fair, Mimaki had decided that trying to explain people's emotions via pretty prose wasn't really a good thing to do, principally when they're in a state like this... Girl.
But still, Ciri's words of context and venting surprised him a bit. That woman...Was a therapist? The same woman who said that the entire multiverse didn't matter? The same woman who nearly stranded everyone here? Who attacked first and asked questions later and was shot by the leader for not being able to control herself? That woman was a therapist?
"Then she probably thinks that age equates to wisdom, which does not," Mimaki explained softly to Ciri. For a moment, his hand with black fingernails almost raised itself up to be placed on her shoulder- but he held back. He didn't know her. He didn't need to offer unnecessary comfort to a woman he never met before. She's hurt, and he can only somewhat understand how she feels. Unless she actually breaks down, then he'll try and offer comfort, but for now? He'll give Ciri some free space. "She's old. I could sense it by her sc-- her soul." Mimaki cut himself off- saying scent sounded...Really weird. Not to him, but it probably was for others. "...More often then not, old age means the destruction of common sense and empathy. She's just someone very old and very misguided- probably because she can't die by age."
But...Her saying she considered herself made Mimaki bite his lower lip. He didn't expect this amount of information in so little time knowing Ciri, but she likely just needed to vent and didn't care about closure about this point. It was understandable- it happened to people, but Mimaki needed a second to consider what to say.
"Thank you. I had experience with Kyou- we've been friends for over twenty years, and he wasn't always stable as he is, but thankfully...He managed to be a reliant ally and a good friend despite being soft as he is." Mimaki's face turned into a smile. Memories of the good old times with him and Kyou together came to his mind. He laughed. "...If that boy, Sage, stays- keep him away from the woman. He needs to fight his own battles and control his own emotions by himself. Having someone else do it for him is not the way. Believe me- I know better. My abilities and Kyou's do come from our emotions, after all."
Mimaki's face soon turned back into a small, but not as predominant frown. "...Do you both...Need help with this child? I'm somewhat experienced with them."
But still, Ciri's words of context and venting surprised him a bit. That woman...Was a therapist? The same woman who said that the entire multiverse didn't matter? The same woman who nearly stranded everyone here? Who attacked first and asked questions later and was shot by the leader for not being able to control herself? That woman was a therapist?
"Then she probably thinks that age equates to wisdom, which does not," Mimaki explained softly to Ciri. For a moment, his hand with black fingernails almost raised itself up to be placed on her shoulder- but he held back. He didn't know her. He didn't need to offer unnecessary comfort to a woman he never met before. She's hurt, and he can only somewhat understand how she feels. Unless she actually breaks down, then he'll try and offer comfort, but for now? He'll give Ciri some free space. "She's old. I could sense it by her sc-- her soul." Mimaki cut himself off- saying scent sounded...Really weird. Not to him, but it probably was for others. "...More often then not, old age means the destruction of common sense and empathy. She's just someone very old and very misguided- probably because she can't die by age."
But...Her saying she considered herself made Mimaki bite his lower lip. He didn't expect this amount of information in so little time knowing Ciri, but she likely just needed to vent and didn't care about closure about this point. It was understandable- it happened to people, but Mimaki needed a second to consider what to say.
"Thank you. I had experience with Kyou- we've been friends for over twenty years, and he wasn't always stable as he is, but thankfully...He managed to be a reliant ally and a good friend despite being soft as he is." Mimaki's face turned into a smile. Memories of the good old times with him and Kyou together came to his mind. He laughed. "...If that boy, Sage, stays- keep him away from the woman. He needs to fight his own battles and control his own emotions by himself. Having someone else do it for him is not the way. Believe me- I know better. My abilities and Kyou's do come from our emotions, after all."
Mimaki's face soon turned back into a small, but not as predominant frown. "...Do you both...Need help with this child? I'm somewhat experienced with them."