“Then why?” Why have a name like that if it didn’t even mean anything, Diva wanted to know. Even Saya-neesama’s name meant something.
She considered this quandary--a mortal man with a name that either fit or didn’t fit--at the same time she absorbed what he said. He spoke in a very quiet, calm manner, a way of speaking in which Diva found it easy to listen. Diva thought and though, while Cloud rustled the paper. Things she couldn’t have…?
“How and where they all went,” Diva started, “and why no one can stop these stupid people from taking them away.” There was no one specific question Diva had in mind; it was difficult for her to investigate rather than demand. Sighing, she continued to press the tips of her fingers together, looking down at her hands. “My daughters look like me. One has blue eyes, one has red eyes… my long hair… Has anyone seen them?” Diva continued to fidget, a wrinkle growing on her brow, until she finally looked up at Cloud and said, “That’s not fake.”
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She considered this quandary--a mortal man with a name that either fit or didn’t fit--at the same time she absorbed what he said. He spoke in a very quiet, calm manner, a way of speaking in which Diva found it easy to listen. Diva thought and though, while Cloud rustled the paper. Things she couldn’t have…?
“How and where they all went,” Diva started, “and why no one can stop these stupid people from taking them away.” There was no one specific question Diva had in mind; it was difficult for her to investigate rather than demand. Sighing, she continued to press the tips of her fingers together, looking down at her hands. “My daughters look like me. One has blue eyes, one has red eyes… my long hair… Has anyone seen them?” Diva continued to fidget, a wrinkle growing on her brow, until she finally looked up at Cloud and said, “That’s not fake.”
It sounded, ever so slightly, like a question.