It was hard to get certain things across with words alone, and trying to describe something like Shibusen’s function to someone for the first time was definitely a challenging prospect--she thought Maka might have been able to explain it better. Words were all Tsubaki had, though, and thankfully Honey seemed to be processing everything okay, even if he didn’t fully understand it.
But that was natural, considering one little talk was hardly enough to make someone an expert!
“I don’t know,” Tsubaki replied honestly, “but you must have police forces and things like that. They have the same kind of purpose, just different means. Even if we come from different worlds entirely, there‘s always going to be someone or some group that stands up for order, I think.” A place without that order being maintained by meisters and demon weapons and shinigami, of all things, was still hard to imagine, but she supposed the idea was only a little different in nature from meeting someone who lived in the same world as those entities, and yet had no clue they existed. It was the same sense of vastness, of discovery. Probably the same sorts of feelings Honey had. “My partner? His name is Black☆Star…” she answered. Honey might have never imagined a technician and weapon partnership like the ones she had described, but it--her tech--was as familiar to her as breathing. There was a minute prick of discomfort at the past tense Honey used, but her smile remained in place, a mix of politeness, fondness, and embarrassment. “He’s… ah, he’s loud.” The truth seemed to blurt itself out. “And silly sometimes. But a very good person!” Tsubaki finished. The last was the most important characteristic, really.
Talking about him brought back a pang of her earlier grief, which lurked behind the carefree flow of conversation just waiting to rise back up, but it was habit to keep her smile up. In the same way that she was trying to explain the important things in her life, Honey was, too, and she felt the effect of his good feelings when he talked about his happy memories. It made her smile real.
“So Takashi-san does kendo, too…” Tsubaki laughed a little. “It sounded like you were pretty accomplished before; that just confirms it. I bet you’re very talented. I’d like to see you in action someday, maybe if you’re ever training outside during a shift.” Not during a combat situation during nightshift--there was no joy to be had there.
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But that was natural, considering one little talk was hardly enough to make someone an expert!
“I don’t know,” Tsubaki replied honestly, “but you must have police forces and things like that. They have the same kind of purpose, just different means. Even if we come from different worlds entirely, there‘s always going to be someone or some group that stands up for order, I think.” A place without that order being maintained by meisters and demon weapons and shinigami, of all things, was still hard to imagine, but she supposed the idea was only a little different in nature from meeting someone who lived in the same world as those entities, and yet had no clue they existed. It was the same sense of vastness, of discovery. Probably the same sorts of feelings Honey had. “My partner? His name is Black☆Star…” she answered. Honey might have never imagined a technician and weapon partnership like the ones she had described, but it--her tech--was as familiar to her as breathing. There was a minute prick of discomfort at the past tense Honey used, but her smile remained in place, a mix of politeness, fondness, and embarrassment. “He’s… ah, he’s loud.” The truth seemed to blurt itself out. “And silly sometimes. But a very good person!” Tsubaki finished. The last was the most important characteristic, really.
Talking about him brought back a pang of her earlier grief, which lurked behind the carefree flow of conversation just waiting to rise back up, but it was habit to keep her smile up. In the same way that she was trying to explain the important things in her life, Honey was, too, and she felt the effect of his good feelings when he talked about his happy memories. It made her smile real.
“So Takashi-san does kendo, too…” Tsubaki laughed a little. “It sounded like you were pretty accomplished before; that just confirms it. I bet you’re very talented. I’d like to see you in action someday, maybe if you’re ever training outside during a shift.” Not during a combat situation during nightshift--there was no joy to be had there.