[The silence was appreciative! She was content in simply having someone hold her hand. Such a simple gesture felt more encouraging than anything he could have ever told her. It was....distressing to be in the situation she was in after everything she had gone through. To be taken away from her purpose, she was at a loss. Her mind and emotions were moving at a chaotic pace. It was difficult to remain calm and consider the positives.
Not yet, not until the dark cloud left her soul. Which will take time to accomplish? Even if she is a guardian spirit, she was still human and was once again in this world. She doubts this planet would accept her as a guardian spirit. So far she was having a difficult time distinguishing the planet's voice and the voices of those living within this world. There was too much to feel and recognize. Too much, too sudden.
So all she could do was allow her soul to cry out in pain and frustration until she can clear her thoughts. If the dark souls have shown her -- it was easy to get lost in one's own emotions to the point of falling on instinct and losing the sense of reason.
Nike will hold onto the sole hand offered for all it was worth. Keeping it close to her. Bringing herself close to him, hoping to entrap more of the spark or flow she was sensing. Something about it felt like a very good thing. Needed, wanted, and necessary. Almost like the rain in her world. Just thinking about her sky, the new sky she created after summoning the pure darkness, she will slowly begin to remember the explanation of the moving images concerning the history of this world. How it was destroyed. How it needed some type of energy to survive. The energy created by -- what she assumed to be -- other guardians, only to realize it was from her, Allen, and all those like them.
This world was once destroyed, it was striving to survive...
She just needed to be reminded of this. Be told. To make certain it was real. Maybe. There were doubts. Her perception cannot be entirely trusted, not until she can regain her courage. Green, tear-stained, eyes will turn to the boy before her, fear will be seen as much as uncertainty and concern.]
....this world....it was once destroyed. We're here to help it....? Through doing things like these?
[By which she means was holding hands. To make certain he understood it was hand-holding, she'll change their position by awkwardly lacing her fingers with his. A new sensation will be felt as she does so. It looks like she wasn't far off. Not when the warmth sensation felt more soothing, yet a little more exciting....or was she mistaking it for fear.....? Well, it didn't feel like it, was she perhaps self-conscious...? But that was the case why did the warmth offered by such a simple gesture remind her of the refreshing feeling of drinking cold milk after having had a very warm and relaxing bath???]
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Not yet, not until the dark cloud left her soul. Which will take time to accomplish? Even if she is a guardian spirit, she was still human and was once again in this world. She doubts this planet would accept her as a guardian spirit. So far she was having a difficult time distinguishing the planet's voice and the voices of those living within this world. There was too much to feel and recognize. Too much, too sudden.
So all she could do was allow her soul to cry out in pain and frustration until she can clear her thoughts. If the dark souls have shown her -- it was easy to get lost in one's own emotions to the point of falling on instinct and losing the sense of reason.
Nike will hold onto the sole hand offered for all it was worth. Keeping it close to her. Bringing herself close to him, hoping to entrap more of the spark or flow she was sensing. Something about it felt like a very good thing. Needed, wanted, and necessary. Almost like the rain in her world. Just thinking about her sky, the new sky she created after summoning the pure darkness, she will slowly begin to remember the explanation of the moving images concerning the history of this world. How it was destroyed. How it needed some type of energy to survive. The energy created by -- what she assumed to be -- other guardians, only to realize it was from her, Allen, and all those like them.
This world was once destroyed, it was striving to survive...
She just needed to be reminded of this. Be told. To make certain it was real. Maybe. There were doubts. Her perception cannot be entirely trusted, not until she can regain her courage. Green, tear-stained, eyes will turn to the boy before her, fear will be seen as much as uncertainty and concern.]
....this world....it was once destroyed. We're here to help it....? Through doing things like these?
[By which she means was holding hands. To make certain he understood it was hand-holding, she'll change their position by awkwardly lacing her fingers with his. A new sensation will be felt as she does so. It looks like she wasn't far off. Not when the warmth sensation felt more soothing, yet a little more exciting....or was she mistaking it for fear.....? Well, it didn't feel like it, was she perhaps self-conscious...? But that was the case why did the warmth offered by such a simple gesture remind her of the refreshing feeling of drinking cold milk after having had a very warm and relaxing bath???]