Momo's crying increased to the point that she was sobbing like a child, soaking the front of Hokuto's shirt. No, it wasn't okay and wasn't ever going to be okay, but the shinigami appreciated the words from Hokuto nonetheless.
This was the kind of comfort that she'd been looking for, though no fault of Signum. Knowing the knight was there, and didn't seem to be going anywhere even after probably finding out about Momo's greatest failure, was all she needed from the knight. Signum was a friend, yes, but a different kind of friend than Hokuto was. The knight's continued support helped her stay focused on her duty and do the things she knew she needed to do. Momo wasn't alone and the knight's presence kept her strong in that belief; they were in this together.
Yet, Hokuto's exuberance, emotional vulnerability and overachieving nature was a tonic of a different nature for the broken shinigami. Hokuto provided a bit of light hearted amusement and a desire to do good, not to mention being openly caring.
One could say if you took Hinamori Momo and separated her two extremes into individual entities, they might resemble the two women with her. And she wouldn't do without either if she had the choice.
"Life is queer with its twists and turns, as every one of us sometimes learns," Momo finally spoke once her sobbing had subdued to a manageable level.
Success is failure turned inside out The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
"...And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems far; so stick to the fight when you're hardest hit," she whispered more to herself than anyone else.
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn't quit.
She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. "I am not her. I am the pride of my division. I am not her anymore," she said quietly in an attempt to convince herself. "They don't all think like he does. They don't all think my entire career was a sham..."
Momo suddenly sobbed again. "Why did he DO that? I gave him everything I could... more if he'd asked..." She still couldn't come to terms that she'd been discarded by Aizen like a used paper cup.
"Was I nothing but a... a... pet to him?" she asked between racking sobs. Not that she expected anyone to have an answer. Nor did she want to hear one.
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This was the kind of comfort that she'd been looking for, though no fault of Signum. Knowing the knight was there, and didn't seem to be going anywhere even after probably finding out about Momo's greatest failure, was all she needed from the knight. Signum was a friend, yes, but a different kind of friend than Hokuto was. The knight's continued support helped her stay focused on her duty and do the things she knew she needed to do. Momo wasn't alone and the knight's presence kept her strong in that belief; they were in this together.
Yet, Hokuto's exuberance, emotional vulnerability and overachieving nature was a tonic of a different nature for the broken shinigami. Hokuto provided a bit of light hearted amusement and a desire to do good, not to mention being openly caring.
One could say if you took Hinamori Momo and separated her two extremes into individual entities, they might resemble the two women with her. And she wouldn't do without either if she had the choice.
"Life is queer with its twists and turns, as every one of us sometimes learns," Momo finally spoke once her sobbing had subdued to a manageable level.
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
"...And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems far; so stick to the fight when you're hardest hit," she whispered more to herself than anyone else.
It’s when things go wrong that you mustn't quit.
She drew in a deep, shuddering breath. "I am not her. I am the pride of my division. I am not her anymore," she said quietly in an attempt to convince herself. "They don't all think like he does. They don't all think my entire career was a sham..."
Momo suddenly sobbed again. "Why did he DO that? I gave him everything I could... more if he'd asked..." She still couldn't come to terms that she'd been discarded by Aizen like a used paper cup.
"Was I nothing but a... a... pet to him?" she asked between racking sobs. Not that she expected anyone to have an answer. Nor did she want to hear one.