feytality | [catchall for sieghart]

[ she knows he's not mad at her, but she can't help but feel guilty anyway ]

I'm sorry. It's.... hard to explain.

It's your life!

[As soon as he snaps, he reels himself back in with a sharp inhalation.]

[ oh... angy dad.... she flinches and ducks her head ]

Sorry.....

[He stares long and hard at the crown of her head.]

. . . I don't believe in destiny. That means I don't believe in fate, either.

The value of a life is too great to throw into the flames of an unjust trial.

[ it's fine she's not actually dead probably ]

.... I know what you mean. I understand. I don't want to throw my life away or anything... I just think that if I came back, the people I love would end up suffering more.

And... I was thinking of going to Ms. Manwol's hotel... to help people pass on. That's... something, right?

[He falls quiet.]

. . . If that's what you want to do . . .

I'd still... be around, you know. Death isn't the end.

[He doesn't reply—not right away, at least. Inside of him is a maelstrom of emotions, knowing that he disagrees with Maya's prediction of how her loved ones would feel about her return . . . knowing that, if it were another scenario, he would—no.

Despite that, he isn't Maya. He doesn't know the people she loves, either. Because he isn't and doesn't, he can't say anything.]

[ ..... ]

[ she really hates upsetting him like this. ]

I want to see you again... if that's okay?

[It seems that he may not reply again when, after another protracted moment, he suddenly exhales, expelling what bad air he's got pent up inside him.

When he looks upon Maya again, it's with a smile.]

. . . If it's possible, I'll go and see you.