[ The question is out before she can help it, and she bites her lip for a moment before turning her gaze away once more. ]
...My own died when I was quite young—her and my father both. None of my other relatives were quite the same... Not to say they were cruel, heavens no, but... [ She pauses again, then very carefully continues: ] The way they treated me, and the way they treated their own children, was slightly different. I believed they didn't think I'd notice, however... I did.
She looks a little off to the side herself, taken aback by the question in a strange way she can't put her finger on. In the end, she lifts up the tea to her lips and takes a long sip of it, mostly to center herself... And what she responds and, ]
It's certainly how I've tried to handle it - motherhood, that is.
[ . . . ] Children really are more empathetic than most give them credit for - in some ways, that is. [ they can also be shit but - they can sense their own treatment more often than not. ]
[ Elizabeth makes a soft, understanding hum, lifting her cup up after a moment. She doesn't drink though, content with the heat of it by her lips, and cuts her gaze back to Elda. ]
Thank you. [ again. ] I find you quite overbearing sometimes, but it isn't as if that's always a bad thing... I'm simply unused to it. You and Silver are quite similar like that.
[ He's a charming, sweet boy who tries his best. Her mouth curves into a small smile at the thought. ]
Goro as well, now that I'm thinking about it... I wonder if we collect friends based on what we need, or what we want to be... Reflections of ourselves, or perhaps missing pieces...? [ Half to herself, a soft, wondering rumination. ] ...Regardless, I'm happy for the company.
[ She actually has a half-formed responsible about being overbearing, not sure if she's going to complain or apologize right up until the second part of the sentence comes, shutting her up. But it does make her look a bit silly for a moment. ]
[ But ... honestly, being told she's similar to Silver makes her feel more than warm enough that she can't refute - or would even want to refute - any of that. She laughs a bit at the second part, brushing her hand on the counter and smiling. ]
Honestly, it's probably a little of both of those, if there even is a reason. People who are too similar to each other tend to end up arguing.
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[ The question is out before she can help it, and she bites her lip for a moment before turning her gaze away once more. ]
...My own died when I was quite young—her and my father both. None of my other relatives were quite the same... Not to say they were cruel, heavens no, but... [ She pauses again, then very carefully continues: ] The way they treated me, and the way they treated their own children, was slightly different. I believed they didn't think I'd notice, however... I did.
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She looks a little off to the side herself, taken aback by the question in a strange way she can't put her finger on. In the end, she lifts up the tea to her lips and takes a long sip of it, mostly to center herself... And what she responds and, ]
It's certainly how I've tried to handle it - motherhood, that is.
[ . . . ] Children really are more empathetic than most give them credit for - in some ways, that is. [ they can also be shit but - they can sense their own treatment more often than not. ]
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Thank you. [ again. ] I find you quite overbearing sometimes, but it isn't as if that's always a bad thing... I'm simply unused to it. You and Silver are quite similar like that.
[ He's a charming, sweet boy who tries his best. Her mouth curves into a small smile at the thought. ]
Goro as well, now that I'm thinking about it... I wonder if we collect friends based on what we need, or what we want to be... Reflections of ourselves, or perhaps missing pieces...? [ Half to herself, a soft, wondering rumination. ] ...Regardless, I'm happy for the company.
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Honestly, it's probably a little of both of those, if there even is a reason. People who are too similar to each other tend to end up arguing.