Perhaps Ortho himself would be able to pose the question that Kiyoiri has the sense to hold back.
Was everything here truly nothing worth remembering?
Idia doesn't say anything about his thoughts however, and so Kiyoiri can hardly say anything in reply to them. Obviously there's some sort of inner conflict at hand- she's studied enough people during a crime and its aftermath to recognize that.
But unlike her 'cousin', she's hardly one to pry about it. Instead she smiles and appreciates the awkward effort being put forward into small talk.
"...If you don't like talking...it's fine not to. ...I'm used to quiet. Even though it's been a few years...people, and feelings...can still be a bit much."
But the ocean...hmmm. "...I was born..." A pause- she feels like she should give a bit more honesty than that, given what Idia has been somewhat forced to reveal. "...where I was made," she corrects, looking out at the lounge, "...it was an island. The ocean was a way to keep the inhabitants inside...but, it was also what allowed me to leave."
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Was everything here truly nothing worth remembering?
Idia doesn't say anything about his thoughts however, and so Kiyoiri can hardly say anything in reply to them. Obviously there's some sort of inner conflict at hand- she's studied enough people during a crime and its aftermath to recognize that.
But unlike her 'cousin', she's hardly one to pry about it. Instead she smiles and appreciates the awkward effort being put forward into small talk.
"...If you don't like talking...it's fine not to. ...I'm used to quiet. Even though it's been a few years...people, and feelings...can still be a bit much."
But the ocean...hmmm. "...I was born..." A pause- she feels like she should give a bit more honesty than that, given what Idia has been somewhat forced to reveal. "...where I was made," she corrects, looking out at the lounge, "...it was an island. The ocean was a way to keep the inhabitants inside...but, it was also what allowed me to leave."