A knight's resolve

[stupidhonor]

[1]
Ha! Hyaah!

[After dealing a lethal blow to a practice dummy, Sielje puts down her weapon. The knight is sweaty but for once, seems content. And the weapon in question is not her usual sword, but a long rod. A practice spear.]

Yes, I did not forget. I still have the arm for this.


[2]
Ahem. Do not misunderstand, it is not my intent to request my work done for me.

But there must be a better way to do this.

[Sielje is covered in paint, a large brush in her hand. In the background, her handiwork - a beginning of some kind of shape forming on a large mobile suit shield. A shape painted by hand, as half-empty cans littering underneath betray.]

I know there is a device of sorts for this kind of... purpose. But I know not how to operate it, and...

[She glances at the mess, embarassed.]

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[majestic_keiki]

But...It's who I am, any other life would be so different I wouldn't be me. And for all that it was inflicted on us, it was done in desperation not cruelty...[Not going to get a clear answer one way or another, it seems.]

[stupidhonor]

No. Nobody would be alright with it.

I... may not use the best words for this. My apologies.

We are not too different. Both of us lost family and what was important to them, cast into a new life... even if I remember my old, so there is that at least. But because of this similarity...

I understand your feeling.

[majestic_keiki]

Thank you.

[stupidhonor]

No matter what happens, you have people who know and remember you. The real you, not the public idea of Kei Kugimiya.

I am glad I could be one of them.

[majestic_keiki]

And I'll remember you, no matter what happens and what the rest of Ankaia might think.