Windrose, where the wind blows

[tothefly]

Who: Windrose crew and you, distinguished visitors!
Broadcast: Naaah.
Action: Windrose, various points in the near vicinity
When: Until we get off this frozen rock

[On New Year's Day, the crew on board the Windrose and those nearby may notice the chill as the doors to the cargo bay are left open, and their captain making quite a bit of noise as she inspects their newly expanded home away from home. This is likely to go on for a while. Feel free to come investigate, chat among yourselves, complain about the cold, etc!]

Comments

[truthvalue]

[She's right; he knows she's right. He made a choice, and it's over and done, no way to go back and change it, even if he wanted to, which he doesn't. There were no good options, but he picked the best of the bad. Souji pulls his head out of his hands and turns his head to Natasha, a grateful, subdued smile on his face. He reaches up and lightly covers her hand on his shoulder with his own.]

Thank you ... I haven't talked about this with anyone since it happened. I guess maybe I needed to.

[And he laughs quietly; it's the exact sort of thing people have said to him, over and over again, not just during the year in Inaba, but for as long as he can remember. He's always been considered a good listener, someone trustworthy in whom to confide secrets or ask advice. Now he sees what it's like being on the other end of it, and he's doubly grateful to Natasha for it.]

[tothefly]

[The decision was what it was. She carries her own decisions, acknowledges the results both bad and good. That's all you can do, ultimately; carry your choices with you and use them to determine your future. She thinks that, maybe, he's got a few more choices of his own ahead of him.]

I'm a good listener.

[There's a faint wry humor to the words, an allusion to her previous position before the augment swap. Her fingers tighten again, briefly, and after a moment she extracts her hand, taking a deep breath.]

If you ever need to talk about it, I can listen. I know what it's like.

[That could be a generalization, but he might get the feeling that she means it literally. Maybe because she does.]

[truthvalue]

[Life is a series of choices: join basketball or soccer club; spend time studying with one friend or quietly talk things over in the diner with another; push a man into the TV World or let the police deal with him instead. Different weights and different outcomes but the mechanics, in theory, are the same. Souji knows this.]

You are. [He nods, and stands up straight again; his heavy burden is lighter for having been shared with Natasha.]

Thank you ... I know we don't know each other very well, but you've been sort of like a senpai to me. And I appreciate it.

[tothefly]

[There's a brief flicker of surprise on her face as he says the word, but not the kind that usually comes with incomprehension. She knows the word. No one's ever used it or any other lingual equivalent on her before.]

I don't know that I'm the kind of person anyone should be looking to as a mentor. But...you're welcome. For whatever it is I've done.

[truthvalue]

You've been a good listener.

[And that means a lot to Souji. He's usually the one doing the listening; people don't often offer to hear what he has to say.]

[tothefly]

I try.

[She's always got her ears open; never know what useful thing you'll learn. But there are a few people that she listens to for more than just information. He's one of them.]