[ Surprised, Pinocchio lifts his chin, his dark eyebrows lift, and his mouth parts slightly. Maybe he's seeing something that isn't there — that someone who seems so gentle can call her friends dangerous, but without fear, like she accepts these friends not for what they can do for her but despite the things he expects others to view as flaws.
Even if there are other things she has said that bring with them new knowledge and new questions (so this thing on his wrist is a watch, though it's unlike any he's ever seen), he realizes he's holding the unique circumstances of Krat against someone who has never heard of it. It isn't fair to her, he thinks.
They've met under extraordinary circumstances. Pinocchio can't guess why anyone or anything would kidnap people from entirely disparate places, take from them everything they have (or in the case of his arm, almost everything), only to give them a warm bed, a roof over their heads, and a basket of strange gifts. It's clear to him that Tifa is adding these up to the suspicion that it's nothing good, and he is grateful for her caution.
The wariness that had sharpened his scrutiny softens. He lifts his hand and, after a moment, turns it over to offer his palm to her. A soul kind enough to think of her friends even in a frightening situation is someone he believes can put his trust in. ]
I suppose not. I don't want to hurt anyone. [ Not even when the circumstances demand violence. Only once was a single-mindedly vengeful act — one that did nothing to balm his heart — mark an instance when he wanted nothing more than to kill. ]
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Date: 2023-12-26 08:11 pm (UTC)Even if there are other things she has said that bring with them new knowledge and new questions (so this thing on his wrist is a watch, though it's unlike any he's ever seen), he realizes he's holding the unique circumstances of Krat against someone who has never heard of it. It isn't fair to her, he thinks.
They've met under extraordinary circumstances. Pinocchio can't guess why anyone or anything would kidnap people from entirely disparate places, take from them everything they have (or in the case of his arm, almost everything), only to give them a warm bed, a roof over their heads, and a basket of strange gifts. It's clear to him that Tifa is adding these up to the suspicion that it's nothing good, and he is grateful for her caution.
The wariness that had sharpened his scrutiny softens. He lifts his hand and, after a moment, turns it over to offer his palm to her. A soul kind enough to think of her friends even in a frightening situation is someone he believes can put his trust in. ]
I suppose not. I don't want to hurt anyone. [ Not even when the circumstances demand violence. Only once was a single-mindedly vengeful act — one that did nothing to balm his heart — mark an instance when he wanted nothing more than to kill. ]
If it will help, please take my hand.