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Kneeling before Miko-san, Miko-sama bows to her.
- There is a certain young man. Physically, he appears to be around your age, though there may be a slight discrepancy. By a twist of fate, we had to interact, and as a result, a serious misunderstanding developed between us—or rather, as it seems to me, between him and me. Our acquaintance began with him asking me a question; I gave an honest answer from the heart, but he did not like it, apparently because it failed to meet some criteria. In the end, he trampled with dirty boots not only upon my personality—which is not the essence of the matter—but upon everything I hold dear and sacred, which seriously affected me, and then he ran away, refusing further conversation.
You know, throughout my life in Margel and beyond, there have been moments where hope dwindled during particularly difficult times. But people who are very close to me, as well as those less so but still highly respected—whose opinions I value greatly—eventually helped me stay on the right path. They taught me that the opinions of strangers do not matter as long as I remain true to myself, both in my own eyes and in the eyes of my loved ones and friends. It is a simple and seemingly obvious thought, but it is not always easy to keep in one's heart at certain moments.
- ...So, given such a difference in age and status, it would be unwise and unseemly to hold a grudge against him, yet these words still stung me. I tried to appease my heart and mind, but in the end, I am human; emotions are not foreign to me—though that is no excuse for indulging in destructive feelings. Perhaps I was so appalled by the entire situation because it was a perfect synthesis: absolute misunderstanding combined with sarcasm and the devaluation of another's ideals. I tried to rationalize it: perhaps he does not feel comfortable around women, or perhaps he is simply immature, but eventually, I realized that this was not a solution either—for that would only be my negative presumption about a person whom I do not actually know that well.
If he were clearly a lost cause in appearance, it wouldn't have been worth worrying about, but I had heard a good character reference for him, so in the end, I concluded that we simply misunderstood one another.
- We were bound to meet again, and when it happened, I tried as best as I could to resolve the situation—after all, he didn't want to listen to me last time, so perhaps it could be done now. We had serious business to attend to, and I did not want to leave negative unspoken words hanging in the air. Perhaps I made a mistake again by not starting the conversation with an apology and a ninety-degree bow, but by being slightly abrupt—though still well within acceptable limits compared to everything he said to me last time. At least, that's how it seems to me, although I realize now that perhaps the pride of others—sometimes justified, sometimes not—leaves not the slightest room for deviation from the only course that is painful for you yourself. Either way, this conversation turned out to be no less negative and senseless. This time I did not let him slip away, and I heard roughly the same things—though this time I was fully prepared for it—as well as insults directed at me and some of my friends. Furthermore, as if confirming my presumptions, I heard arguments from him that painted him as a petty and reprehensible person, allowing me to practically snap my fingers with the emotion of "I knew you were a lost cause" and ease my heart. And yet, even now, it seems to me that in reality, he might not have actually believed those things, but voiced them solely to give his words an offensive sharpness.
- Since then, I have completely given up on him; for me, this person does not exist, and any efforts or attempts at a truce seem meaningless. Some things cannot be fixed, no matter how hard you try. Perhaps fate will cross our paths again in some whimsical moments of life, though it will bring me no pleasure. But that is not the question. Do you think there is any chance, however minimal or slight, of conveying one's emotions to such a person? To pull a relationship out of the mire and leave it on neutral ground. If so, how? Perhaps you know of some examples from your own life, among students or friends?.. I have given up on this in terms of our personal relationship, but you see... an unusual fate and a fairly responsible task have fallen to him, which must be approached with a cold head and a clean heart, and I cannot say that is what I observe in him. Sooner or later, life—in the manner of what occurred between us—will teach him a lesson; it would be good if the consequences are light enough and do not affect the lives of others, but that may not be the case. I would still prefer it not to be a cruel lesson; he is still a child, and despite everything that happened, he does not deserve such a thing.
My account sounds one-sided—from my point of view only, as I cannot climb into his head and do not know what drives him in life. But I also do not observe anything critically wrong in my own actions, and such a feeling in the precarious matters of conflicted relationships is a clear sign of a lack of understanding of the situation. Your fresh perspective from a third party would be of great help to me.
- There is a certain young man. Physically, he appears to be around your age, though there may be a slight discrepancy. By a twist of fate, we had to interact, and as a result, a serious misunderstanding developed between us—or rather, as it seems to me, between him and me. Our acquaintance began with him asking me a question; I gave an honest answer from the heart, but he did not like it, apparently because it failed to meet some criteria. In the end, he trampled with dirty boots not only upon my personality—which is not the essence of the matter—but upon everything I hold dear and sacred, which seriously affected me, and then he ran away, refusing further conversation.
You know, throughout my life in Margel and beyond, there have been moments where hope dwindled during particularly difficult times. But people who are very close to me, as well as those less so but still highly respected—whose opinions I value greatly—eventually helped me stay on the right path. They taught me that the opinions of strangers do not matter as long as I remain true to myself, both in my own eyes and in the eyes of my loved ones and friends. It is a simple and seemingly obvious thought, but it is not always easy to keep in one's heart at certain moments.
- ...So, given such a difference in age and status, it would be unwise and unseemly to hold a grudge against him, yet these words still stung me. I tried to appease my heart and mind, but in the end, I am human; emotions are not foreign to me—though that is no excuse for indulging in destructive feelings. Perhaps I was so appalled by the entire situation because it was a perfect synthesis: absolute misunderstanding combined with sarcasm and the devaluation of another's ideals. I tried to rationalize it: perhaps he does not feel comfortable around women, or perhaps he is simply immature, but eventually, I realized that this was not a solution either—for that would only be my negative presumption about a person whom I do not actually know that well.
If he were clearly a lost cause in appearance, it wouldn't have been worth worrying about, but I had heard a good character reference for him, so in the end, I concluded that we simply misunderstood one another.
- We were bound to meet again, and when it happened, I tried as best as I could to resolve the situation—after all, he didn't want to listen to me last time, so perhaps it could be done now. We had serious business to attend to, and I did not want to leave negative unspoken words hanging in the air. Perhaps I made a mistake again by not starting the conversation with an apology and a ninety-degree bow, but by being slightly abrupt—though still well within acceptable limits compared to everything he said to me last time. At least, that's how it seems to me, although I realize now that perhaps the pride of others—sometimes justified, sometimes not—leaves not the slightest room for deviation from the only course that is painful for you yourself. Either way, this conversation turned out to be no less negative and senseless. This time I did not let him slip away, and I heard roughly the same things—though this time I was fully prepared for it—as well as insults directed at me and some of my friends. Furthermore, as if confirming my presumptions, I heard arguments from him that painted him as a petty and reprehensible person, allowing me to practically snap my fingers with the emotion of "I knew you were a lost cause" and ease my heart. And yet, even now, it seems to me that in reality, he might not have actually believed those things, but voiced them solely to give his words an offensive sharpness.
- Since then, I have completely given up on him; for me, this person does not exist, and any efforts or attempts at a truce seem meaningless. Some things cannot be fixed, no matter how hard you try. Perhaps fate will cross our paths again in some whimsical moments of life, though it will bring me no pleasure. But that is not the question. Do you think there is any chance, however minimal or slight, of conveying one's emotions to such a person? To pull a relationship out of the mire and leave it on neutral ground. If so, how? Perhaps you know of some examples from your own life, among students or friends?.. I have given up on this in terms of our personal relationship, but you see... an unusual fate and a fairly responsible task have fallen to him, which must be approached with a cold head and a clean heart, and I cannot say that is what I observe in him. Sooner or later, life—in the manner of what occurred between us—will teach him a lesson; it would be good if the consequences are light enough and do not affect the lives of others, but that may not be the case. I would still prefer it not to be a cruel lesson; he is still a child, and despite everything that happened, he does not deserve such a thing.
My account sounds one-sided—from my point of view only, as I cannot climb into his head and do not know what drives him in life. But I also do not observe anything critically wrong in my own actions, and such a feeling in the precarious matters of conflicted relationships is a clear sign of a lack of understanding of the situation. Your fresh perspective from a third party would be of great help to me.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
