pc catchall for shess (nonbelligerent)

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[foodbin]

[As joking as she can make it:]

Yeah. Makes going to school pretty challenging when people are constantly trying to kill you, you know?

[nonbelligerent]

[...]

Other humans?

[foodbin]

[She shakes her head.]

Nah. I just said people because... they looked the same as everyone else. [...] Anyways, that's not important right now.

[nonbelligerent]

[he's a little used to nonhumans not being called people, humanoid or not, so it threw him off.]

The most difficult enemy to deal with is one you cannot tell apart from an ally.

What are you doing now, then?

[foodbin]

[Whether it's the question or the point about disguised enemies, it's clear from her expression and hesitation that she's thrown by that, too.]

...I think you'd like that answer even less.

[And from her tone, it seems as though it's an answer she's less willing to discuss.]

Sorry.

[nonbelligerent]

[...]

No, that was intrusive of me. I apologize.

[foodbin]

[She waves a hand, as if to dismiss that.]

Nah, it's just a long story for another day.

[nonbelligerent]

Yes... Today might already be depressing enough.

[foodbin]

[It's then that she glances up at him, her head tilting slightly.]

Were you close?

[nonbelligerent]

To be honest, I only really spoke to was Nana. Still, it's unfortunate regardless, and I'm sure all of them were well-regarded by at least one person here.

[foodbin]

And even if they weren't... They were so young.

[That's the sticking point for her, what she keeps thinking about.]

[nonbelligerent]

Yes, they were. Young, and mostly defenceless.

[perhaps he should have taught nana better.]

[foodbin]

...Mostly?

[hm.]

[nonbelligerent]

Nana and presumably Junna had some experience with stage weapons. However, they were unused to actual combat. Nana asked me for self-defence lessons.

I don't know about Tokidoki.

[foodbin]

...Those might have paid off if she had more time.

[It's meant to be comforting, at least.]

[nonbelligerent]

Perhaps. There's little point in reflecting over what-ifs now, though.

[foodbin]

[She pauses for a moment.]

We might have to agree to disagree. I am a firm believer in the value of what-ifs.

[nonbelligerent]

Well, I won't stop you in that case.

[foodbin]

[She pauses for a moment, and then:]

Do you want to teach me?

[There's an 'instead' that nearly follows that, but it seems too insensitive.]

[nonbelligerent]

Fighting?

[foodbin]

[She nods.]

Might as well know how, right?

[nonbelligerent]

[...]

If you want to, I'm willing, under the same condition I've given others: that you don't misuse the skill.

[foodbin]

[She pauses for a moment.]

You realize none of us can really predict if we're going to get possessed by... whatever that was, right?

[nonbelligerent]

I'll make an exception for that, of course.

[foodbin]

Then no, I'm not going to go around attacking people for the fun of it.

[She knows that isn't quite what he meant, of course, but.]