Happy Life
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- Bors-san... Now I understand. Thank you for sharing, - she said, placing her hand on the "phantom's" shoulder, and after a few moments, she sighed and covered her face with her other hand. - ...but allow me to point out that behind all your noble character and life experience, you are an astonishing fool.
It took some effort for her not to dig her claws into the old man's shoulder, so she removed her hand and pointed her finger at him:
- A woman's feelings are much more complex than you imagine. If someone like Kayasa-kocho has paid attention to you and opened her heart, you should be grateful for every day you have the good fortune to spend in her company! If she chose you, it certainly wasn't because of your hair color or smooth face. Do you think that, faced with the choice of living happily with a kindred spirit and forever preserving warm memories of them, or spending an eternity locked in a room so as not to get hurt anywhere, she would choose the latter? If her happiness matters to you, the answer should be obvious! Do you really think that with her gift, she doesn't understand such nuances? Don't underestimate women!
Having unleashed this tirade, she fell silent and, with effort, did a few breathing exercises to calm herself.
- ...please forgive me for losing my composure. This rarely happens to me. I clearly shouldn't have raised my voice; it doesn't suit a person, - she said, bowing apologetically. - Perhaps it's a similar emotion to what people can experience when reading a dramatic work of fiction, when some incredible misunderstanding leads to a tragedy of human destinies. I understand that this is a matter of your pride and concern for Kayasa-kocho's feelings, and it shouldn't concern me - in my native culture, such a thing is generally condemned. Perhaps I am disgracing her now, but if you had seen the look in that woman's eyes yesterday, maybe you would understand me. You can always die, Bors-san; there's no need to rush it. The Demiurge of this world, if necessary, will burden your soul even without your participation. I hope you will still consider this in a calm environment; it's never too late to live for yourself, and I think you deserve it. And once again, I apologize, - the priestess sank into an awkward silence.
It took some effort for her not to dig her claws into the old man's shoulder, so she removed her hand and pointed her finger at him:
- A woman's feelings are much more complex than you imagine. If someone like Kayasa-kocho has paid attention to you and opened her heart, you should be grateful for every day you have the good fortune to spend in her company! If she chose you, it certainly wasn't because of your hair color or smooth face. Do you think that, faced with the choice of living happily with a kindred spirit and forever preserving warm memories of them, or spending an eternity locked in a room so as not to get hurt anywhere, she would choose the latter? If her happiness matters to you, the answer should be obvious! Do you really think that with her gift, she doesn't understand such nuances? Don't underestimate women!
Having unleashed this tirade, she fell silent and, with effort, did a few breathing exercises to calm herself.
- ...please forgive me for losing my composure. This rarely happens to me. I clearly shouldn't have raised my voice; it doesn't suit a person, - she said, bowing apologetically. - Perhaps it's a similar emotion to what people can experience when reading a dramatic work of fiction, when some incredible misunderstanding leads to a tragedy of human destinies. I understand that this is a matter of your pride and concern for Kayasa-kocho's feelings, and it shouldn't concern me - in my native culture, such a thing is generally condemned. Perhaps I am disgracing her now, but if you had seen the look in that woman's eyes yesterday, maybe you would understand me. You can always die, Bors-san; there's no need to rush it. The Demiurge of this world, if necessary, will burden your soul even without your participation. I hope you will still consider this in a calm environment; it's never too late to live for yourself, and I think you deserve it. And once again, I apologize, - the priestess sank into an awkward silence.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
