[ Abelβs regarding her for just a moment, as if internally debating something - before inevitably, his shoulders deflate just a bit. ]
Old enough to regret having to talk about it, but not so old that Iβm wise enough to make up for it, I suppose. βPlease donβt make a crack about the hair; I promise, I was born this way, alright...?
[ an awkward fidget, before he glances sidelong at her - trying to gauge whether or not sheβd be irate with his not entirely forthcoming response. this... even just this, was so impossibly hard to justify to his guilty conscienceβ
so heβs rapidly following up with his inquiry, before the disquiet can linger. ]
...You knew what she was talking about? Something in your future. Ah, it just... it looked like it struck a chord in you, and...
[ There's a surprising amount of understanding in her eyes when he answers her. He didn't give her an exact number, but knowing that there are people who are centuries old (i.e. Oren and Rokuro, and all witches that weren't Iona), she can make a good guess that it's more than his outward appearance suggests.
She doesn't pursue it any further; all she does is listen, waiting for him to finish and present his question to her. ]
... I don't know.
[ There's honesty in the way she responds. ]
I was in trouble before, but then I got out of it. Or rather, I was stopped.
[ Reversed Tower; disaster avoided, but the inevitable delayed. ]
As I am now, I think it's safe to say... I can live a normal life if I tried.
Abel is paying particular attention to the choice in wording. βstopped,β rather than a situation naturally resolved. βif she tried,β rather than actively trying. ]
Well, so far so good? Besides working at a magical cafe, but I think I'm doing a good job of normal.
[ She starts to walk towards the rides, gesturing to Abel to follow her so they can just talk while they walk. Just to keep it leisurely. ]
You wouldn't know it looking at me and talking with me, but I like math. Not in a totally nerdy overinvested way where numbers are everything, but I can see myself being an accountant. That's not weird is it?
[ well. the answer seems honest, even if isn't precisely the one he'd wanted to hear. she isn't sure what she wants - doesn't know what future she's aiming towards. but, she is young, isn't she? that sort of thing isn't precisely abnormal, even if Monts' circumstances might not be. ]
Then there's time to figure it out, right? Maybe... stepping outside your comfort zone might help a little, too. Though sometimes it's nice to rest a little, stop and smell the roses while you can.
Well... The thing is, I never had a comfort zone until I started working at the cafe. I mentioned it before, but I acted out and was rebellious in different ways so that... I mean, you know. When you lack sensation, you feel more invincible than most.
[ She didn't have inner peace, not like the one she has now. ]
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Go ahead. I think it's only fair if you do.
I'll try to be honest this time too.
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Old enough to regret having to talk about it, but not so old that Iβm wise enough to make up for it, I suppose. βPlease donβt make a crack about the hair; I promise, I was born this way, alright...?
[ an awkward fidget, before he glances sidelong at her - trying to gauge whether or not sheβd be irate with his not entirely forthcoming response. this... even just this, was so impossibly hard to justify to his guilty conscienceβ
so heβs rapidly following up with his inquiry, before the disquiet can linger. ]
...You knew what she was talking about? Something in your future. Ah, it just... it looked like it struck a chord in you, and...
[ βand Iβm worried.β ]
Are you... in trouble?
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She doesn't pursue it any further; all she does is listen, waiting for him to finish and present his question to her. ]
... I don't know.
[ There's honesty in the way she responds. ]
I was in trouble before, but then I got out of it. Or rather, I was stopped.
[ Reversed Tower; disaster avoided, but the inevitable delayed. ]
As I am now, I think it's safe to say... I can live a normal life if I tried.
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Abel is paying particular attention to the choice in wording. βstopped,β rather than a situation naturally resolved. βif she tried,β rather than actively trying. ]
And... do you?
[ ... ]
Want to live a normal life.
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[ She starts to walk towards the rides, gesturing to Abel to follow her so they can just talk while they walk. Just to keep it leisurely. ]
You wouldn't know it looking at me and talking with me, but I like math. Not in a totally nerdy overinvested way where numbers are everything, but I can see myself being an accountant. That's not weird is it?
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[ the question is thoughtful as he falls into step alongside her, not accusatory. he wonders if she even notices it, herself. ]
What you want, and what you see yourself doing... what you are doing might be different, right?
[ ...what does she want? ]
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[ That much is clear as of now. ]
I do know there are things that I can do and maybe I'm just in a comfortable set of circumstances right now. Could be a lot worse.
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Then there's time to figure it out, right? Maybe... stepping outside your comfort zone might help a little, too. Though sometimes it's nice to rest a little, stop and smell the roses while you can.
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[ She didn't have inner peace, not like the one she has now. ]