[ While he walks a tightrope, Hana was left in the crowd. She doesn't join him, not yet. Not when she feels the risk too great. The thrill, God knows she was for it, but there was something restraining her. Something that keeps D.Va going when Hana wanted desperately to climb – to pretend like things could be like they were.
She doesn't know all that he had been up to. Doesn't know his struggles, his triumphs, didn't even know their favorite boba place had been a victim of the strife in the world. Hana would feel stupid to not text him, a phantom desire to send him a party invite on last generation's gaming console if she even had time. Things like that, when broken apart seemed like they were no big deal... but – together they completed a puzzle of two people on two different paths going to the same destination.
It frustrates her. She trusts him, knows he won't take on more than he could chew but – the risk... that tightrope he walks? It was horrifying looking up to it. ]
Even if you were who you were when.... – before all of this, I am not. Parts of you are the same, you still leap before looking and you still sport the slick black and blue gear but – the world doesn't need what was. What was... it's gone. We have to be better, ya?
[ Three minutes feels like an eternity, a halfway mark between point A and point B. Both in the geographical sense and the path they find themselves on now together. He wants validation, to have an image upheld by people that matter – but Hana... she speaks a little bit more bluntly, with maybe a bit of sadness. There was honesty that she had withheld with D.Va, a duality that put duty above all else. It still does. As Meka continues on, there was no escaping into the fire to avoid lingering looks, thumps of their hearts, or worries founded in old history. Hana leans forward, flicking a few buttons to bring the lights of Meka to a dull, almost-gone glow. It was darkness now, helping their commitment to stealth. ]
If you ask things of me, I can do the same to you. So... [ The tension was there, bubbling at her stomach and despite the veil of her own insecurities and frustrations being pulled back – ] I ask of you to find us a new boba place, OK? No excuses. Mission start: now.
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She doesn't know all that he had been up to. Doesn't know his struggles, his triumphs, didn't even know their favorite boba place had been a victim of the strife in the world. Hana would feel stupid to not text him, a phantom desire to send him a party invite on last generation's gaming console if she even had time. Things like that, when broken apart seemed like they were no big deal... but – together they completed a puzzle of two people on two different paths going to the same destination.
It frustrates her. She trusts him, knows he won't take on more than he could chew but – the risk... that tightrope he walks? It was horrifying looking up to it. ]
Even if you were who you were when.... – before all of this, I am not. Parts of you are the same, you still leap before looking and you still sport the slick black and blue gear but – the world doesn't need what was. What was... it's gone. We have to be better, ya?
[ Three minutes feels like an eternity, a halfway mark between point A and point B. Both in the geographical sense and the path they find themselves on now together. He wants validation, to have an image upheld by people that matter – but Hana... she speaks a little bit more bluntly, with maybe a bit of sadness. There was honesty that she had withheld with D.Va, a duality that put duty above all else. It still does. As Meka continues on, there was no escaping into the fire to avoid lingering looks, thumps of their hearts, or worries founded in old history. Hana leans forward, flicking a few buttons to bring the lights of Meka to a dull, almost-gone glow. It was darkness now, helping their commitment to stealth. ]
If you ask things of me, I can do the same to you. So... [ The tension was there, bubbling at her stomach and despite the veil of her own insecurities and frustrations being pulled back – ] I ask of you to find us a new boba place, OK? No excuses. Mission start: now.