[ His finger pauses on the magic sketched like filigree, rolls the light, sets it spinning. ]
Light and dark mean something different for everyone. [ Light peers, burns. Darkness embraces, soothes. One person's guide can be another's lure, so on. ] If it's good and evil to you, then I wouldn't argue with that interpretation.
[ And there, language as the conduit for belief, where there is no true common tongue. What does he have to justify in decisions looming a long sixteen years behind him? There's no glamor to defend, no rightness. If he were to swallow, he'd surely taste the heat of her nerves, air transposed around them. ]
In onmyoudo, it goes like this: if I protect the living from the transgressions of the dead, then someone will balance that use of power by protecting the dead from the transgressions of the living.
[ The yin and yang slow on the flat axis he's given it, as if weighted. ]
[ When she was a child, there had been no light and, instead, it was split cleanly between goodness and darkness. Neither had been evil. One simply had a greater capacity to become it. She watches the slow, deliberate movement of his magic as she turns his explanation over in her mind, trying to fit the pieces together. ]
I don't know if I fully understand. [ She admits at last, voice soft, head tilting slightly as she searches for the right angle to grasp it. ] I mean, I think I get the idea, but... [ A faint crease forms between her brows. ] It sounds unnecessary. Wouldn't balance happen on its own?
[ The whole thing feels abstract, like trying to define the shape of something made of air. ]
[ Quietly, he wipes the shapes away as if wiping luminescent ink from glass. ]
It does tend to happen on its own, regardless of the meaning or systems people try to ascribe to it. [ And isn't that just the way? All of the happenings both cosmic and corporeal, desperately shoved through the nascent lens of humanity in an effort to understand. An act of translation doesn't always bring clarity though, he knows. ] Like the chances of your knife being taken and then returned. Or tainted and then purified by the same measure.
[ To put a plainer spin on it. ]
I didn't mean to keep you here so long with it though.
[ Sharon waves the apology aside. ] It's not like I had anything planned. And I've actually enjoyed this. It's nice, getting to meet someone without everything exploding around us for once. [ There's something almost ordinary about the exchange, which feels rare here. Even with the display of power, ink that moves, paper that takes flight, the conversation had settled into something that felt almost normal.
She offers him a faint, genuine smile. ] And thank you again for bringing my knife back.
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Light and dark mean something different for everyone. [ Light peers, burns. Darkness embraces, soothes. One person's guide can be another's lure, so on. ] If it's good and evil to you, then I wouldn't argue with that interpretation.
[ And there, language as the conduit for belief, where there is no true common tongue. What does he have to justify in decisions looming a long sixteen years behind him? There's no glamor to defend, no rightness. If he were to swallow, he'd surely taste the heat of her nerves, air transposed around them. ]
In onmyoudo, it goes like this: if I protect the living from the transgressions of the dead, then someone will balance that use of power by protecting the dead from the transgressions of the living.
[ The yin and yang slow on the flat axis he's given it, as if weighted. ]
That's just one example, but the most relevant.
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I don't know if I fully understand. [ She admits at last, voice soft, head tilting slightly as she searches for the right angle to grasp it. ] I mean, I think I get the idea, but... [ A faint crease forms between her brows. ] It sounds unnecessary. Wouldn't balance happen on its own?
[ The whole thing feels abstract, like trying to define the shape of something made of air. ]
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That's alright.
[ Quietly, he wipes the shapes away as if wiping luminescent ink from glass. ]
It does tend to happen on its own, regardless of the meaning or systems people try to ascribe to it. [ And isn't that just the way? All of the happenings both cosmic and corporeal, desperately shoved through the nascent lens of humanity in an effort to understand. An act of translation doesn't always bring clarity though, he knows. ] Like the chances of your knife being taken and then returned. Or tainted and then purified by the same measure.
[ To put a plainer spin on it. ]
I didn't mean to keep you here so long with it though.
this feels like a good wrap point!
[ Sharon waves the apology aside. ] It's not like I had anything planned. And I've actually enjoyed this. It's nice, getting to meet someone without everything exploding around us for once. [ There's something almost ordinary about the exchange, which feels rare here. Even with the display of power, ink that moves, paper that takes flight, the conversation had settled into something that felt almost normal.
She offers him a faint, genuine smile. ] And thank you again for bringing my knife back.