#[suletta who is 17 and awkward] gets comfortable for a single second and dumps all her insecurities

[mercurywitch]

☆ "Mhm! I've met a lot of people who care about me, both back in the world I come from and in this one. I'm lucky that Miss Miorine is here with me, so at least we have each other." Despite everything she had learned, Suletta still fell blessed to be alive. She smiled, that awkwardness from when she gave the explanation gone. "I'm sorry... I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me, but I only learned recently so it's a little hard to just... put into words I think." The girl had picked up that he was trying to steer the conversation into something cheerier. He might have felt bad for asking.

"My mom and my older sister used me as a stepping stone for something bad that will hurt a lot of people. But they're my family. I still love my mom even if she might not love me the same, so I want to stop her so that she doesn't stain her hands with any more blood." For that reason she really hoped that the rumours that time stopped for you when you came to this city were true. "But they aren't here, so it probably doesn't matter."

"A-Ah! I'm getting off-topic, sorry!" Aside from with Miorine she didn't really have anyone to vent to about Prospera and Ericht. It had just slipped out; a sign it still ate at her. "In the end I've decided what I want for myself and who I am. Clone or not, I'm just me and I'm going to protect the things I want to, regardless of what other people expect of me."

★ --;; Ah, he's gone and stuck his own foot in his mouth again, hasn't he? It's not as though it had been on purpose, but the immediate guilt that lances through him makes Vash's mind automatically want to veer wildly to try and correct. He should have guessed, what with the name and all-- it's his own fault.

"Well," Vash says, not allowing any sort of awkward silence to stay put for very long, "what we're made for and the people we turn into are two totally different things." He shrugs, then grins. "Second one's way more important, in my opinion."

His sisters had been similar; expected do so their singular job, their sustainment of humanity, without much care into who they were as people. But he had known, and humanity had begun to know and understand as well, and that had been enough.

"The people who love you now love you for who you are now, anyway. Not for the expectation of who you could be."