It's much easier to admit that to herself than it would be to admit it to him. In spite of this road she and Balthier are in the midst of travelling, it's so much more than just the physicality of their relationship or how many unknowns that comes packaged with. It's the entire portrait. The idea that she could be important in that way to someone else. It's not a case of 'just' friends or 'just' family. There's no fair comparison for any of that. It's simply different.
She hangs onto his words with an attentiveness that she's not even prepared for, distracted for some moments by the way he shifts and adjusts her. He moves with promise. Something that's more than idle threat, if she even wants to put it that way. Makes it difficult to focus on what he's saying, but she puts all of her effort into doing precisely that, even with the way she's reaching up with aching fingertips to press her touch against his chest.]
I wasn't saying that it wasn't. [She replies quietly.] I guess... I just don't always understand. I can't see things the way you do. Not always. I can't see the me you see either.
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It's much easier to admit that to herself than it would be to admit it to him. In spite of this road she and Balthier are in the midst of travelling, it's so much more than just the physicality of their relationship or how many unknowns that comes packaged with. It's the entire portrait. The idea that she could be important in that way to someone else. It's not a case of 'just' friends or 'just' family. There's no fair comparison for any of that. It's simply different.
She hangs onto his words with an attentiveness that she's not even prepared for, distracted for some moments by the way he shifts and adjusts her. He moves with promise. Something that's more than idle threat, if she even wants to put it that way. Makes it difficult to focus on what he's saying, but she puts all of her effort into doing precisely that, even with the way she's reaching up with aching fingertips to press her touch against his chest.]
I wasn't saying that it wasn't. [She replies quietly.] I guess... I just don't always understand. I can't see things the way you do. Not always. I can't see the me you see either.