[ Here's the truth about people: everyone's different. Reactions, thoughts and feelings vary from one person to another and it all boils down to the fact that equal parts circumstance and personal experience make one body different from everyone else.
And then of course there's one other truth: no matter how different two people can be, there's always something that echoes from one person to the next. It's just not always that obvious.
Take Yulia for example. Josh will never tell it to her face, but part of the reason that he's personally decided never to push too hard when it comes to her opening up about past is the truth that, he might never have lost people the way she lost the blade she used to run with -- but to some degree the cards she's been dealt are cards he sort of knows as well.
She won't think them the same, the paths they'd walked prior to that fateful meeting on the plane people would say were as different as morning and evening. She had wanted to be the best hunter that Jotunheim could offer, he had gunned for pro football. But night and day share the sky, and in a manner of speaking, they'd both had teams to rely on, to care about, to lean on when support was necessary--
--and in both cases, those were snatched away by things neither of them could control.
But of course, all this is his personal take on the matter.
Josh is thinking on this as he walks over to the tables, ducks his head in a shy greeting to the staff before he starts scooping food onto his plate. He doesn't rush, but he doesn't hurry either, as he gets a modest plateful of food before finally wandering back to Hikaru, offering an easy smile as he sits again. ] How's work?
[ He doesn't have any illusions that Hikaru knows why he's here, or that the Blade King probably thinks of him a person with zero survival instinct given how he'd had the gumption to stare Dearth down in that classroom in Korea, telling him no, not this one; not today.
But there's one thing that's been going on in his mind ever since they got back -- Hikaru walking off right after Brig had spoken words that had made the Malice King look just about ready to cut something. Or someone.
There's no chasing if you're the one doing the running. He turns to his own cup of coffee then, sips quietly at the hot liquid as his own words from the Saturday before come back to rattle around in his head. ]
i am so sorry this is so kalat.
And then of course there's one other truth: no matter how different two people can be, there's always something that echoes from one person to the next. It's just not always that obvious.
Take Yulia for example. Josh will never tell it to her face, but part of the reason that he's personally decided never to push too hard when it comes to her opening up about past is the truth that, he might never have lost people the way she lost the blade she used to run with -- but to some degree the cards she's been dealt are cards he sort of knows as well.
She won't think them the same, the paths they'd walked prior to that fateful meeting on the plane people would say were as different as morning and evening. She had wanted to be the best hunter that Jotunheim could offer, he had gunned for pro football. But night and day share the sky, and in a manner of speaking, they'd both had teams to rely on, to care about, to lean on when support was necessary--
--and in both cases, those were snatched away by things neither of them could control.
But of course, all this is his personal take on the matter.
Josh is thinking on this as he walks over to the tables, ducks his head in a shy greeting to the staff before he starts scooping food onto his plate. He doesn't rush, but he doesn't hurry either, as he gets a modest plateful of food before finally wandering back to Hikaru, offering an easy smile as he sits again. ] How's work?
[ He doesn't have any illusions that Hikaru knows why he's here, or that the Blade King probably thinks of him a person with zero survival instinct given how he'd had the gumption to stare Dearth down in that classroom in Korea, telling him no, not this one; not today.
But there's one thing that's been going on in his mind ever since they got back -- Hikaru walking off right after Brig had spoken words that had made the Malice King look just about ready to cut something. Or someone.
There's no chasing if you're the one doing the running. He turns to his own cup of coffee then, sips quietly at the hot liquid as his own words from the Saturday before come back to rattle around in his head. ]