๏ผ he is silent for a time, watching impassively as she pulls down her little map of timelines and theories and names. it seems almost as if he is not going to respond verbally, that he might simply turn and leave the room at any moment — poised for flight more by nature than body language or expression. he is... wildly uncomfortable, but he remains where he is. rooted fast to the boards of a floor that may exist only in their minds.
then: ๏ผ
It is... human nature to look for what we admire in others within ourselves, and for our ego to suffer if we find our interiority to be lacking.
๏ผ as she studies the wall, now stripped bare, he steps up and puts a hand very briefly against her shoulder. when was the last time he provided anyone comfort like this? he cannot recall. to touch another human in the shinobi world is to offer only violence. his palm is there only briefly, a whisper of contact before it is dropped away. recompense for the hug of weeks ago. ๏ผ
But, it is important to remember that you only see of others what you are shown. That other people struggle internally just as much as you. And — to realize that you also have qualities that others envy, that they themselves do not and cannot possess. Both a knife and a chair have a use, but are poorly designed for each other's purpose. Yours is not to be useful the way I am useful. You provide emotional support, levity, kindness and humour. These things have value. They are necessary to the function of a social group. You do not need to justify your existence by dint of what you can offer and how it aligns with what others are capable of. You are allowed to be here.
๏ผ his voice is solemn, possessed of a depth that rings like a sonorous bell. there is no emotion in it — then, there so rarely is with him. he is too well-accustomed to burying it. but he is... trying. to choose kindness. ๏ผ
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Has she been waiting to hear something along the lines of that? Did she feel like she needed permission to be allowed to feel the same as everyone else that has a special niche talent that they contribute? Clara doesn't have a confidence problem, she knows that much. What she's had in recent months is trouble finding her footing when attempting to help obtain the orbs.
Kindness and support are wonderful, but they don't bring orbs back to the station. And maybe accepting the fact that she's best suited for emotional support and levity means she has to come to terms with the fact that she's regulated to being part of the background here.
A sidekick. A support to everyone else.
Given the alternative she faces back home, learning to come to terms with that doesn't look so bad. When she smiles, it's half-hearted. But it's an attempt to show that she understands she's the support that so many people rely on.]
Come on. [She quietly requests, turning away from the wall to head toward the door. They won't be taking the window out.]
The mines are waiting for us.
[She doesn't have to justify her existence to him. She doesn't need to try and convince either of them that she has a place here. It's okay to simply be herself for now, and not strive to be anything more than just Clara.]
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then: ๏ผ
It is... human nature to look for what we admire in others within ourselves, and for our ego to suffer if we find our interiority to be lacking.
๏ผ as she studies the wall, now stripped bare, he steps up and puts a hand very briefly against her shoulder. when was the last time he provided anyone comfort like this? he cannot recall. to touch another human in the shinobi world is to offer only violence. his palm is there only briefly, a whisper of contact before it is dropped away. recompense for the hug of weeks ago. ๏ผ
But, it is important to remember that you only see of others what you are shown. That other people struggle internally just as much as you. And — to realize that you also have qualities that others envy, that they themselves do not and cannot possess. Both a knife and a chair have a use, but are poorly designed for each other's purpose. Yours is not to be useful the way I am useful. You provide emotional support, levity, kindness and humour. These things have value. They are necessary to the function of a social group. You do not need to justify your existence by dint of what you can offer and how it aligns with what others are capable of. You are allowed to be here.
๏ผ his voice is solemn, possessed of a depth that rings like a sonorous bell. there is no emotion in it — then, there so rarely is with him. he is too well-accustomed to burying it. but he is... trying. to choose kindness. ๏ผ
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Has she been waiting to hear something along the lines of that? Did she feel like she needed permission to be allowed to feel the same as everyone else that has a special niche talent that they contribute? Clara doesn't have a confidence problem, she knows that much. What she's had in recent months is trouble finding her footing when attempting to help obtain the orbs.
Kindness and support are wonderful, but they don't bring orbs back to the station. And maybe accepting the fact that she's best suited for emotional support and levity means she has to come to terms with the fact that she's regulated to being part of the background here.
A sidekick. A support to everyone else.
Given the alternative she faces back home, learning to come to terms with that doesn't look so bad. When she smiles, it's half-hearted. But it's an attempt to show that she understands she's the support that so many people rely on.]
Come on. [She quietly requests, turning away from the wall to head toward the door. They won't be taking the window out.]
The mines are waiting for us.
[She doesn't have to justify her existence to him. She doesn't need to try and convince either of them that she has a place here. It's okay to simply be herself for now, and not strive to be anything more than just Clara.]