[ it's a lot, he realizes. there's a lot going on here. of course there is—there's a god involved, and brilith just said that she's died multiple times. he can't begin to process half of what she's disclosed. zenitsu is speechless.
slowly, he straightens. he can't begin to fathom how being loved could be a curse, not when he's coveted love from others all his life. he lacks the experience and wisdom to speak on this matter, so he says nothing as he pads over to brilith.
it's not the same as dealing with girls his age. when girls cry, he can coo and ask them what's wrong and hold them. grownups are different. even so, he looks at brilith with a worried furrow in his brow before reaching for her hand.
maybe it won't do anything. maybe he'll just make her mood worse. still, he wants to reach out and convey that her story has touched him. he doesn't know what to say, but he can do this as he thinks. ]
[ his fingers gingerly curl around hers, leaving plenty of room for her to pull away if she deems the contact inappropriate. when she doesn't, he gives her hand a gentle squeeze. he considers the lack of trembling a small victory. ]
I don't know what it's like to be loved by someone who won't let you go, but I can tell that it's hurting you.
And . . . I don't know how to fix it. Something like that is beyond me. Even so, I hope that things change for you once you go back to your world.
[ words are pretty, and they probably don't mean much for someone who's had to deal with this for so long. but this is all he can do, he thinks as he pulls his hand back. ]
[ she's quiet as he speaks letting the words sink in. hope, huh...? it's such an easy thing to have, with only one life behind or ahead of you. brilith can hardly remember what that's like, once she awakens to each and every time she's suffered yet another horrible fate. how do you have such hope, when all you ever seem to do is lose everything, over and over again, and you aren't even allowed to die and rest like anyone else?
but zenitsu... he's as sincere as ever. whether or not he can do anything to help her, he truly wishes the best, even for a cruel, crazy woman like brilith. if she had any doubts before, they're gone - he will see paradise, when the time comes.
she wonders if she should smile - either in gratitude, or to reassure this kind-hearted boy, with his good intentions.
she doesn't. ]
It won't... as long as he doesn't change, nothing else will. [ her voice is soft as she tears her eyes away from him so that maybe, zenitsu won't see the longing in them. ] The gods never change.
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slowly, he straightens. he can't begin to fathom how being loved could be a curse, not when he's coveted love from others all his life. he lacks the experience and wisdom to speak on this matter, so he says nothing as he pads over to brilith.
it's not the same as dealing with girls his age. when girls cry, he can coo and ask them what's wrong and hold them. grownups are different. even so, he looks at brilith with a worried furrow in his brow before reaching for her hand.
maybe it won't do anything. maybe he'll just make her mood worse. still, he wants to reach out and convey that her story has touched him. he doesn't know what to say, but he can do this as he thinks. ]
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Zenitsu...?
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I don't know what it's like to be loved by someone who won't let you go, but I can tell that it's hurting you.
And . . . I don't know how to fix it. Something like that is beyond me. Even so, I hope that things change for you once you go back to your world.
[ words are pretty, and they probably don't mean much for someone who's had to deal with this for so long. but this is all he can do, he thinks as he pulls his hand back. ]
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but zenitsu... he's as sincere as ever. whether or not he can do anything to help her, he truly wishes the best, even for a cruel, crazy woman like brilith. if she had any doubts before, they're gone - he will see paradise, when the time comes.
she wonders if she should smile - either in gratitude, or to reassure this kind-hearted boy, with his good intentions.
she doesn't. ]
It won't... as long as he doesn't change, nothing else will. [ her voice is soft as she tears her eyes away from him so that maybe, zenitsu won't see the longing in them. ] The gods never change.
[ after a long, quiet moment, she adds: ]
...But thank you, Zenitsu.