Sanae Kochiya (
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[ The days prior to Kyurem's attack on the city left Sanae out of sorts. While she was no stranger to fending off gods by this point--a thought that was still strange and a bit chilling to her--this was different.
Heatran never made it to Citadel. These attacks never struck so close to home before, figuratively and literally.
There was so much that went wrong during that short amount of time. The theater was in shambles, and there were injured among the staff; innocent people who knew nothing about battle, caught up in the shuffle and hurt due to the Divine Defense Force's oversight. Takuto was hurt, badly, and while he seemed to be healing up just fine, the fact that he sustained his injuries defending her... stung, to say the least.
More than that, she had actions to answer to. Mercy killing was not something that was looked down upon in the Citadel, especially on the battlefield. It was seen as a sign of respect, an act of charity for one suffering to end their life. But Union was different, and yet...
And yet...
During her work restoring the theater, or helping those who were unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire, the young priestess seemed distracted at best. She didn't speak much, and many of her actions were executed purely from muscle memory. She made few mistakes, but even in her daze, she was likely to miss something.
Even around town, fetching supplies, shopping for food--even just getting away--she was almost like a ghost of her usual, chipper self. She paid her respects at the Hikawa shrine often, praying for those lost that day. It still stung. From time to time, she would seek out familiar faces, be they people from Citadel, or those familiar faces from the city that welcomed her and called her one of them. Could she still say she was?
She felt like she could do nothing; and what she did do cast her as an outsider, someone who was not welcome here. She wasn't sure what to do... ]
Heatran never made it to Citadel. These attacks never struck so close to home before, figuratively and literally.
There was so much that went wrong during that short amount of time. The theater was in shambles, and there were injured among the staff; innocent people who knew nothing about battle, caught up in the shuffle and hurt due to the Divine Defense Force's oversight. Takuto was hurt, badly, and while he seemed to be healing up just fine, the fact that he sustained his injuries defending her... stung, to say the least.
More than that, she had actions to answer to. Mercy killing was not something that was looked down upon in the Citadel, especially on the battlefield. It was seen as a sign of respect, an act of charity for one suffering to end their life. But Union was different, and yet...
And yet...
During her work restoring the theater, or helping those who were unfortunate enough to be caught in the crossfire, the young priestess seemed distracted at best. She didn't speak much, and many of her actions were executed purely from muscle memory. She made few mistakes, but even in her daze, she was likely to miss something.
Even around town, fetching supplies, shopping for food--even just getting away--she was almost like a ghost of her usual, chipper self. She paid her respects at the Hikawa shrine often, praying for those lost that day. It still stung. From time to time, she would seek out familiar faces, be they people from Citadel, or those familiar faces from the city that welcomed her and called her one of them. Could she still say she was?
She felt like she could do nothing; and what she did do cast her as an outsider, someone who was not welcome here. She wasn't sure what to do... ]
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[She hesitates a moment. Then, she pulls the girl into a tight hug, and shakes her head.]
We can't know, sometimes. We have to do the best we can. Sometimes, when we do our best, it still hurts. Sometimes, there isn't an easy answer. When that feels overwhelming, it...
...It's okay to feel overwhelmed by that. Ignoring those difficulties only hurts us. It leads to Valkyries who won't fly true. We have to learn from times like these, then grow because of what we learned.
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And... remember. Despite what some Valkyries might tell you, having doubts and questions isn't weakness.
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...Okay.
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...The people we faced, I don't think they did. They accepted those they hurt as necessary. Without regret.
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I don't think so either. That Steelix got left behind, not to mention the people around Union...
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There's no room for people to live their lives, with ideals like that.
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But how can we stand up to someone like that, or change their mind? They were able to do so much damage. People are scared. I can see it.
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[She's struggled with this, too. Her voice wavers, her countenance is filled with hesitation for a moment. She looks down -- and then she nods, more sure, then.]
...show them that we are more than fighters. We will fight -- and we will become stronger, so we can stop them. But we can show them that we will rebuild. We will help others be happy. So that even if they destroy our homes, they can't break us.
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You're right. We can't let them see us down like this.
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[She smiles a little at that.]
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...Thank you.
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I'm happy to have helped.