[ Maika had said she would keep an ear out for any knocks on her door later that night, so sure enough, Aerith comes knocking. Whether or not the door to Maika's room is set ajar, Aerith gives a light knock with her knuckle—after all, it's pretty late and she wouldn't want to disturb anyone who might be sleeping next door. ]
[ The door swings open a little bit under the knock — definitely left slightly loose — and Maika glances up from where she's seated at the low table, closing the journal she was writing in and twisting to look towards the door. ]
Home? None of us amateur Worldwalkers, that's for sure. But I'm here.
[ For better or for worse, her wry tone implies.
Maika has the room to herself, like usual; the bottom bunk is made up neatly as if for visitors, with the top one in slight disarray. There's no shortage of places for Aerith to make herself comfortable, at least. ]
[ Enough people she knew have disappeared or died by now, and she's glad that Maika isn't one of them.
Aerith makes a beeline for the bottom bunk, plopping down on it as if she owns it. From here, she can see that Maika was clearly writing in something before Aerith interrupted, and she eyes it. ]
[ Well, it's hers now! Maika's eyes crease briefly in amusement as she mentally adds one to the tally of strange stray cats she seems to have attracted. ]
...Habit. After the war, there were... a lot of things I couldn't remember. For a little while I thought that was better. But when you're empty like that, anything can crawl up from that darkness.
[ So, a record. She pats the journal and draws it a little closer to herself, an unthinking protective gesture, before she pulls her hand away. ]
[ Just saying! She's curious about Maika and the sort of person that she is, so of course she wouldn't mind talking about her and finding more out.
Slipping off her shoes, Aerith leans back on the bed, laying on her side. Maybe she's getting a little too comfortable here... but it's fine, she figures. ]
Do you think people like Ushirono could change? Or that he would even want to...?
[ Maika gives a little grunt of discouragement that hopefully conveys "please no talking about me" without actually being a firm no. She'll worry about that later.
As Aerith settles in, Maika scoots over to the side table to turn on an electric kettle and grab some cups. Something to do with her hand while she thinks, anyway. ]
Killers? Or people who treat other people like tools?
[ She has to pause a second, remind herself not to swing as hard with her words as she usually would. She always aims to strike fast, make a point; but thinking of what Aerith said during the meeting, she doesn't need the emphasis. ]
...I only spoke to him once. I don't know. All the "researchers" I've known would say without a second thought that they wouldn't change a thing. Would it matter if he changed?
[ She watches as Maika makes to brew some tea, her eyes following her movements though her brain is buzzing with all sorts of thoughts. Maybe she should be more bothered by Maika's harsh words, but she isn't.
Someone who speaks plainly is refreshing, after all. ]
Prob'ly not to everyone, but to me? Yeah, I think it would. It'd mean he no longer thought of people that way.
[ And maybe he'd even want to make up for his past sins. ]
But I don't know if he even wanted to. Or cared enough about anything to even begin changing.
The only person who could answer that for you is gone.
[ The words are plain, but for once, Maika's voice is almost soft. She doesn't really do "gentle," but sometimes she does try. ]
...Anyone can change if they want to. Some people just have to be desperate first. But you're right... he'd have to want something, anything in the world badly enough to bother.
[ The water begins to make a soothing bubbling sound as Maika's fingertips dance indecisively over teabags. ]
And it wouldn't change what he did before. The people he hurt could still hate him. Maybe they should, even.
[ Horrible things can't go unpunished, either by law or in society, and as much as Aerith likes to forgive sometimes she thinks those punishments are deserved. Maybe she would feel that way if she had a full list of Fuyu's crimes.
It's hard to say.
She sighs, letting the bubbling of the boiling water fill the space between them for a little while as she thinks. ]
Do you think all this is gonna make it harder for us to save this place?
[ Hm. Maika glances sidelong at Aerith and finally plunks a bag into the water, filling the room with the clean herbal scent of chrysanthemum. ]
You can still hate yours, too.
[ Not like Aerith needs her permission. But sometimes, gentle people need a little reminder. Maika leans back and watches the tea steep as she considers the question. ]
Do you want my honest analysis? Or is this where I'm supposed to say something reassuring?
[ "Save this place"... maybe idealists are all ambitious by nature. How are they even supposed to save themselves? ]
[ But she lets that thought hang unfinished, not quite ready to divulge what exactly she means by it. That can come later... especially because she thinks Maika might understand it. If anyone here would, it'd be her.
Maika's next words make her smile, just the quick upturn of one corner of her mouth and for just a second, but definitely there. ]
I'm a big girl. I can handle whatever you wanna say.
[ But Maika doesn't press yet — like the tea, some things take time to steep and bloom into themselves. Emotions, and putting them into words, are both like that.
She catches that flicker of a smile and can't completely suppress one in return. But she disguises it by leaning down over the cups of tea, grabbing Aerith's to set it over by the bed. ]
Then: probably. If it's just numbers, I bet the goddess can keep pulling in more people. She probably will, too, since we're losing more people than just to zealots working themselves into a blood frenzy. Argenti's faction can murder all they want and we shouldn't run short on hands to get the work done. But for the bonds?
[ She just... raises an eyebrow and lets that speak eloquently for a moment. ]
[ Just knowing that there is an army of other Argentis out there in the universe is enough to give Maika goosebumps, thanks! But she wrinkles her nose a tiny bit for the teasing. ]
When he said he killed a man and a bunch of people jumped up to cheer about it. He's just too stupid to know that he has one now.
[ Okay, okay. Maika can stop being mean about Argenti for a moment and focus on what's important. She flops back down by the table with a huff. ]
...Mina told me that some of them fell into comas. Something about their connection with the goddess being severed. Maybe, if we can fix this place, we'll fix them too. Or maybe they were just lucky enough to find a way back already.
[ That makes her smile. She wouldn't call Argenti stupid like Maika is eager to do, but perhaps a bit oblivious...? Then again, he did face a lot of criticism, so maybe his supporters in that meeting were drowned out by all the dissenters. It's hard to say. ]
I'd like to fix them if we can. Tenn and Ukyo are part of 'em, I'm sure.
[ Since she hasn't seen either of them in, well, a while. ]
I really liked them both, so... I wanna do whatever I can. The least we can do for all of those people is keep them in our thoughts as we move forward. As we try to save this city, I'm sure we'll find information on how to save them too.
[ Mina had no reason to hide another body from her, as far as she knows. She watches Aerith's expression, just skirting melancholy, and fiddles absentmindedly with her cup of tea. ]
We've all barely known each other a few weeks. The townspeople too. What do you think you owe these people anyway?
[ She half understands, from Kippa. But it's something she doesn't have the nature to fully grasp, yet can't help but reach for. ]
The kindness that they showed me. I should repay it back to them, in some way.
[ And really, maybe she doesn't owe them anything at all, but she can't help but want to do good by them anyway. ]
I told Ukyo I didn't like the sky here, so he offered to take a few pictures of it in the hopes that seeing it through his eyes would make me like it more. I can't just forget something nice like that.
[ True and not true. When they're all alone and frightened and tired, every kindness costs — and each of them is precious. Maika draws her legs up towards her chest, a little defensively. It's a little softer when she speaks again. ]
...Did he show you? What was his sky like?
[ What was yours, is what she wants to ask, and can't quite yet. ]
What's funny is that I didn't get to see it before he disappeared. We showed me the process of developing a picture, but I never saw the finished product.
[ She stares down at the cup of tea in her hands, the steam still rising up out of it. ]
Isn't it kind of funny that I never got to see it?
[ Maika hesitates, legs tensed for a moment before she pushes herself to her feet. It's not far to the bed. She plops herself down on the edge of it, looking out into the room instead of at Aerith, but close to hand. ]
It's not funny at all. You don't have to try to laugh at your regrets.
[ If this were Kippa, she'd pull the blanket up over her head now to give her a little shield from the world. But Maika has no idea how to be reassuring to anyone over the age of eight. ]
...When we fix this place and bring back the others, make him show you then. He'll owe you a mountain of pictures for all that work.
[ Even she gets it right sometimes, huh? She looks a tiny bit surprised before she nudges back, too careful. Sure, most of her strength is gone here. But if she'd taken a little more care before, then maybe... ]
He got himself into that bullshit, like the rest of us. So I'm not letting you off the hook. I won't let either of you rest till you ask him.
[ She'll make Aerith be meaner! It's practically her specialty. ]
I can bite too, y'know. But just because I can doesn't mean I don't wanna try to understand someone else. I should at least hear them out if they give me good enough reason to.
[ Aerith brings the cup down closer to her lap, turning to look at Maika's face. ]
If there's one thing I won't do, it's letting someone walk all over me.
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