What a strange thing that’s happening… You’ve never limited yourself before. You are the millions of droplets making up the fog that arrives unannounced to most. You mist over every part of the land, nigh unnoticed. They see you, but they do not expect what you are and what you hide. In that you are both obvious and endlessly obtuse. Do you obscure a coming storm or a sunny day? Only you know.
[ hani closes their eyes at his request. a conflicted pause before they type out their reply. ]
I will try. I wish I could promise with certainty.
I have made another promise that may conflict with your request, but… in this, I believe it’s important to fulfill your request at all cost.
Though… I would rather you tell her yourself and I will fight to give you that chance.
[Ah, how lovely and poetic. Matoba always enjoyed speaking with Hani; they knew how to put even the ugliest things into the most beautiful perspectives. He closes his eyes after reading and smiles to himself.]
You really make me sound a little too interesting, when you put it like that. The truth is much simpler. I am one who uses and one who is used. I am one droplet in a pond. I may be the head, but a body remains nothing without the limbs, the organs, the bones.
A tool doesn't need to lament at the chance of some greater purpose.
Though, I do wonder what your other promise is? Ah, but I lack the standing to be casting stones about conflicting contracts. I've already upset another of my acquaintances with my own dealings.
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[ hani closes their eyes at his request. a conflicted pause before they type out their reply. ]
I will try. I wish I could promise with certainty.
I have made another promise that may conflict with your request, but… in this, I believe it’s important to fulfill your request at all cost.
Though… I would rather you tell her yourself and I will fight to give you that chance.
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You really make me sound a little too interesting, when you put it like that. The truth is much simpler. I am one who uses and one who is used. I am one droplet in a pond. I may be the head, but a body remains nothing without the limbs, the organs, the bones.
A tool doesn't need to lament at the chance of some greater purpose.
Though, I do wonder what your other promise is? Ah, but I lack the standing to be casting stones about conflicting contracts. I've already upset another of my acquaintances with my own dealings.
A shame, but what must be done must be done.