[ It was easier, at first, to act like she could be the best at what she does all hours of the day. It was easier when she had friends alongside her in the unit, other gamers-turned-military-mecha-pilots, friends that she used to stay up late chatting and playing games with that she then fought alongside with. But those were the same friends that she's seen taken out of battle and the same that she's seen crack under the pressure of what their country put upon them to shoulder.
Hana doesn't want to crack, too. It's easier to admit to herself that she has to fall apart now and then when she's alone. Just so she can put herself back together and act like she was the same as before.
She nods at him, solemnly, recalling what the official reports did say about Shiro's return. Hana thought it was much more telling to think about what the reports didn't say about what happened to him. But then she doesn't have to wonder for much longer. Her eyes widen as he speaks, brows furrowing in concern, lips pulling into a frown, her hands and arms tightening around herself, and her head turning slowly to look at him.
Forget herself. How many times has Shiro had to put himself back together?
There's a sympathetic side to her that she rarely shows in this way, and it just aches. Yet in spite of that, he's the steady presence between the two of them. He's learned to put himself back together into someone stronger than he was and he's here. He's here. Caught in the same storm that has her shaking and hiding, but to him it's something entirely different. Her eyes finally meet his. ]
You're so brave. I can't-- [ be strong in a storm like he is. ] The lightning and thunder, they remind me a lot of my missions. The ones that don't go well.
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Hana doesn't want to crack, too. It's easier to admit to herself that she has to fall apart now and then when she's alone. Just so she can put herself back together and act like she was the same as before.
She nods at him, solemnly, recalling what the official reports did say about Shiro's return. Hana thought it was much more telling to think about what the reports didn't say about what happened to him. But then she doesn't have to wonder for much longer. Her eyes widen as he speaks, brows furrowing in concern, lips pulling into a frown, her hands and arms tightening around herself, and her head turning slowly to look at him.
Forget herself. How many times has Shiro had to put himself back together?
There's a sympathetic side to her that she rarely shows in this way, and it just aches. Yet in spite of that, he's the steady presence between the two of them. He's learned to put himself back together into someone stronger than he was and he's here. He's here. Caught in the same storm that has her shaking and hiding, but to him it's something entirely different. Her eyes finally meet his. ]
You're so brave. I can't-- [ be strong in a storm like he is. ] The lightning and thunder, they remind me a lot of my missions. The ones that don't go well.