[ "Courage." That's not a word she would use to describe what it took for her to come to this revelation; she'd be more likely to describe it as being made with desperation, or cowardice. To give up the fight to see her beloved again feels inherently selfish, even if she's able to admit openly to herself that she simply cannot bear for things to continue as they are any longer. It's why she'd felt so strongly about coming here, after all.... praying that she might at least be able to endure the time more pleasantly here, even if she were still alone.
Those words communicate that she's anything but, though.
Her eyes widen, head turning to meet his eyes near instantly — it's really... not something she'd expected to hear from him. Satoru is playful and energetic, but serious and ambitious, too. He'd said from the beginning he didn't believe or trust in the power of a wish. Only now does she begin to wonder if that's truly how he felt. She could understand if he only trusted his own seemingly limitless powers to achieve his ambitions, but —
This wish, if it's real... he could still use it for something else, right? Surely, something that would make him happier than using it on a plain maid. ]
Satoru... now, you shouldn't say such a thing...
[ She tries to sound like her usual serene self, tries to wield the tone she'd use while passively scolding a child. But it comes out more like a plea, a waver in her voice that's not usually there. The truth is, even if it were that he was just joking, even if it were that he didn't really believe in a wish... it matters that he'd said, in words, that he would want her to be happy. It's more precious than any jewel to her, and she'll cradle that I'll just have to do it for you in her heart for many years to come, she knows. Deep in her cold chest, her heart clenches. ]
What shall stop me from spending mine to repay you in turn? [ a beat. ] From lending this so-called "courage" to you...
[ Because the sense she gets, from the quickness of his reply, the following exhale, and how easily he had forfeited his own wish, is that he has no intention of wishing the same for himself. His ambition must come first, she must assume, taking precedence over something as fleeting as happiness. She can understand that... she really can. She's never had such altruistic ideals as him, never had grand plans for helping society, but Giselle knows, intimately, what it is to put something you believe in before yourself in every aspect.
It's a testament to how much of her old self she's been able to regain here in this hotel, that she doesn't simply crumble and begin clinging on to the hope that she may finally be able to fix more than one problem of her own, through this alleged power. For so long, Giselle has thought only of herself, only of holding out until she could reach her own happiness. But, now... she can't bear to think of getting it by taking the same chance away from someone else. Perhaps especially not from him, who she thinks she understands many facets of. ]
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Those words communicate that she's anything but, though.
Her eyes widen, head turning to meet his eyes near instantly — it's really... not something she'd expected to hear from him. Satoru is playful and energetic, but serious and ambitious, too. He'd said from the beginning he didn't believe or trust in the power of a wish. Only now does she begin to wonder if that's truly how he felt. She could understand if he only trusted his own seemingly limitless powers to achieve his ambitions, but —
This wish, if it's real... he could still use it for something else, right? Surely, something that would make him happier than using it on a plain maid. ]
Satoru... now, you shouldn't say such a thing...
[ She tries to sound like her usual serene self, tries to wield the tone she'd use while passively scolding a child. But it comes out more like a plea, a waver in her voice that's not usually there. The truth is, even if it were that he was just joking, even if it were that he didn't really believe in a wish... it matters that he'd said, in words, that he would want her to be happy. It's more precious than any jewel to her, and she'll cradle that I'll just have to do it for you in her heart for many years to come, she knows. Deep in her cold chest, her heart clenches. ]
What shall stop me from spending mine to repay you in turn? [ a beat. ] From lending this so-called "courage" to you...
[ Because the sense she gets, from the quickness of his reply, the following exhale, and how easily he had forfeited his own wish, is that he has no intention of wishing the same for himself. His ambition must come first, she must assume, taking precedence over something as fleeting as happiness. She can understand that... she really can. She's never had such altruistic ideals as him, never had grand plans for helping society, but Giselle knows, intimately, what it is to put something you believe in before yourself in every aspect.
It's a testament to how much of her old self she's been able to regain here in this hotel, that she doesn't simply crumble and begin clinging on to the hope that she may finally be able to fix more than one problem of her own, through this alleged power. For so long, Giselle has thought only of herself, only of holding out until she could reach her own happiness. But, now... she can't bear to think of getting it by taking the same chance away from someone else. Perhaps especially not from him, who she thinks she understands many facets of. ]