10th Memory [Voice/Action]
[After hearing about being on a list she had no desire being on, Sayo's going to be a little anxious. She's been unable to focus during the next few hours after the broadcast, instead seeking comfort in weaving at the loom-only, her heart was beating quickly at the thought of it: she wasn't sure what a lot of things meant, but she knew fighting. She knew it wasn't yelling back and forth, bickering, but true fighting. With-with fists-
"Worthless...completely worthless."
She cups her hands over her ears at the voice from her very own thoughts, as the images of a violent, seething Mithos crossed her mind.
She would have to look into the faces of people capable of hurting, like him. What could she do? What... She waits a few hours for Ginko, and afterward makes her way to the blacksmith... just to look. To look... and see if there were any weapons she could possibly wield on her own. There had to be some way to keep herself from being useless, right? She could-she would...
No, don't think about it. Don't...
She goes to work, leaves, shops, and it's all clockwork. Except before she returns home, she ventures to the forest and talks again with the wind spirit. It was soothing, she thinks, to focus on learning... than to focus on what's to come. Her stomach knots at the thought of it.
She sits on her couch and opens her journal. Uncertainty would string through her words, but for now... a low, unreadable voice:]
[voice]
For those who fight... [How does she address so many questions...?] What do you do, before you go out there? How do you prepare yourself?
"Worthless...completely worthless."
She cups her hands over her ears at the voice from her very own thoughts, as the images of a violent, seething Mithos crossed her mind.
She would have to look into the faces of people capable of hurting, like him. What could she do? What... She waits a few hours for Ginko, and afterward makes her way to the blacksmith... just to look. To look... and see if there were any weapons she could possibly wield on her own. There had to be some way to keep herself from being useless, right? She could-she would...
No, don't think about it. Don't...
She goes to work, leaves, shops, and it's all clockwork. Except before she returns home, she ventures to the forest and talks again with the wind spirit. It was soothing, she thinks, to focus on learning... than to focus on what's to come. Her stomach knots at the thought of it.
She sits on her couch and opens her journal. Uncertainty would string through her words, but for now... a low, unreadable voice:]
[voice]
For those who fight... [How does she address so many questions...?] What do you do, before you go out there? How do you prepare yourself?