Momo wanted to say that, but the tears that sprang to Reinforce's eyes stopped those words from ever being voiced. What good would they do? Signum had been a knight and a knight had duty, had honor. The shinigami was vain enough to believe that the knight had protected her out of duty as her position demanded, but Signum had been her friend. Maybe, even with knights, friendship was stronger than things such as honor and duty. Maybe Momo was completely wrong; she wasn't a knight and didn't have the capacity (so she thought) to understand what it was to be one. She was shinigami, nothing more, nothing less.
A failure of one, at that. A Death God, yes, but one that got the people she cared about killed. She'd once said to others, possibly even the first Noah, that she was death. Now... now she knew for certain; she brought death to those she cared about.
Swallowing hard, glancing down at her palm, Momo shook her head slightly in response to Raine's words. The half-elf meant well, but this was something she didn't understand - not like Momo. Not like Reinforce.
Standing up, the shinigami moved around Raine and went to stand by Reinforce's side. Without a word, without even asking, she went to gently pull Reinforce to her so she could wrap her arms around the woman in a comforting hug, to stroke her hair and let her cry. It was easier this way, for Momo. This way, she could focus everything on comforting Reinforce, and once again ignore her own emotional wounds, not feel them like she didn't even feel the cast on her arm anymore.
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Momo wanted to say that, but the tears that sprang to Reinforce's eyes stopped those words from ever being voiced. What good would they do? Signum had been a knight and a knight had duty, had honor. The shinigami was vain enough to believe that the knight had protected her out of duty as her position demanded, but Signum had been her friend. Maybe, even with knights, friendship was stronger than things such as honor and duty. Maybe Momo was completely wrong; she wasn't a knight and didn't have the capacity (so she thought) to understand what it was to be one. She was shinigami, nothing more, nothing less.
A failure of one, at that. A Death God, yes, but one that got the people she cared about killed. She'd once said to others, possibly even the first Noah, that she was death. Now... now she knew for certain; she brought death to those she cared about.
Swallowing hard, glancing down at her palm, Momo shook her head slightly in response to Raine's words. The half-elf meant well, but this was something she didn't understand - not like Momo. Not like Reinforce.
Standing up, the shinigami moved around Raine and went to stand by Reinforce's side. Without a word, without even asking, she went to gently pull Reinforce to her so she could wrap her arms around the woman in a comforting hug, to stroke her hair and let her cry. It was easier this way, for Momo. This way, she could focus everything on comforting Reinforce, and once again ignore her own emotional wounds, not feel them like she didn't even feel the cast on her arm anymore.
"I miss her," Momo whispered.