He turns to look at her in the darkness.
"That isn't fair," he says gently. "It was not boredom that brought me to such a low place. It was - the realization that I had done nothing with my years that brought anyone joy. That is no longer the case."
"That isn't fair," he says gently. "It was not boredom that brought me to such a low place. It was - the realization that I had done nothing with my years that brought anyone joy. That is no longer the case."
He nods. "You've been hurt far too often and far too harshly with people who love you and leave, or die, or simply stop caring because they can't use you any longer. You are - so genuine with your feelings, Rosita. That is admirable, but yes, it can lead to that sacrifice."
And if there was a better way to balance it, if she could take in the thoughts and intentions of people before they fuck her over, if that was something that could be done with an Admiral's wish, then he'd do it for her. Rosita has been so hurt, for so long, and it's such a uniquely human problem despite everything else that she's had to go through.
Godric empathizes with her so much, but especially now.
And if there was a better way to balance it, if she could take in the thoughts and intentions of people before they fuck her over, if that was something that could be done with an Admiral's wish, then he'd do it for her. Rosita has been so hurt, for so long, and it's such a uniquely human problem despite everything else that she's had to go through.
Godric empathizes with her so much, but especially now.
If they're not talking about her, then he won't talk about her.
He nods again, taking what she says. "I don't want to hurt him and - I appreciate you telling me your worries about it. Jesus and I talk - a lot. We talk about our futures, about what we want, what we feel. I can sense his own hesitance in it sometimes. Like I know he wants something more, but holds himself back."
He nods again, taking what she says. "I don't want to hurt him and - I appreciate you telling me your worries about it. Jesus and I talk - a lot. We talk about our futures, about what we want, what we feel. I can sense his own hesitance in it sometimes. Like I know he wants something more, but holds himself back."
[The morning after their adventures in baking, a garland of fabric marigolds is left outside Rosita's cabin door. They're made of fabric offcuts, mostly silk, in a patchwork variety of dark colours.]
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