This type of conversation is easier for shorter conversations, the How do you do? I'm Hana. I use sign language, but I can text if I have to :) But this is a real, important conversation, something with gravit to it. Their philosophy. Even if her empathy could play well with telepathy, it would be all lost in translation, him trying to mine out My parents kicked me out from Parents make leave. Past.
His honesty inspires more respect than ire, after the previous words. The recognition of his own intentions, separate from those of those damn Coombses and Grimhildes, and failings goes further. They aren't the first witches to think they're masters and not vessels. She only hopes that he'll have more respect for that, as she's had to learn as a conduit for her own and others' emotions. And, she hopes, more respect for the humans who are even more powerless to stop such an onslaught.
I can't blame mortals for being scared, she types. They live in a town where people can see their thoughts or summon forces of nature. I could reach out and make you feel emotions that aren't your own. Witches and sirens have defenses; they don't. It doesn't make their persecution right, but I can understand why they're scared.
The question is how do they even move forward from that? Hana doesn't know.
Everyone wants their cake and their rightful share. Shit goes badly once they notice their slice is smaller. Hana nods at his diagram and then sighs.
This metaphor is making me hungry. For emphasis, she cups her hand and swings it from sternum to stomach, indicating hunger.
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Date: 2015-06-25 05:20 am (UTC)His honesty inspires more respect than ire, after the previous words. The recognition of his own intentions, separate from those of those damn Coombses and Grimhildes, and failings goes further. They aren't the first witches to think they're masters and not vessels. She only hopes that he'll have more respect for that, as she's had to learn as a conduit for her own and others' emotions. And, she hopes, more respect for the humans who are even more powerless to stop such an onslaught.
I can't blame mortals for being scared, she types. They live in a town where people can see their thoughts or summon forces of nature. I could reach out and make you feel emotions that aren't your own. Witches and sirens have defenses; they don't. It doesn't make their persecution right, but I can understand why they're scared.
The question is how do they even move forward from that? Hana doesn't know.
Everyone wants their cake and their rightful share. Shit goes badly once they notice their slice is smaller. Hana nods at his diagram and then sighs.
This metaphor is making me hungry. For emphasis, she cups her hand and swings it from sternum to stomach, indicating hunger.