[Ah, this probably isn't what they're supposed to be doing, but the first step to whatever they need to do is probably being able to talk, right? And with bad blood mixed in, that's not going to be necessarily easy... Ochako opens her mouth, but Gokudera beats her to the punch, and she closes it to listen politely. He apologizes, and she immediately feels that deep sense of guilt settle heavily in the pit of her stomach. She wants nothing more than to avoid his eye, and maybe for a second she does stare at her feet, but Ochako forces her gaze up to at least look at the man before her.]
...I understand why you did it. That was the hardest part, actually. [She can't help it this time, those eyes look down again, but only for a moment, just to stare down at her hands as they wring together.] Because, um...if things were different in my life, I think I'd have done the same thing. I'm not a criminal, but I don't...have a lot back home. I think out of everyone, I'm probably one of the few people who understands what those poor refugees are going through. Not having enough, having to work hard, to struggle...wishing things were easier. Or better. I don't really talk about it much. Heh, s'not exactly a great topic for conversation.
[Being poor, that is. So poor that you skip meals every so often just to save money. That even coin is squirreled away, and your budget is so tight it's almost unimaginable how anyone can live off it.]
But you don't have to apologize for who you are, you know. It's not bad that we're different, and I don't dislike you for it. Not really... I just have my own code I have to follow, being who I am. It's not...always easy for me, either. [Following the law, even when every inch of you is screaming to disobey. For the sake of someone suffering. Someone, or several someones, who desperately need to be saved.] But I don't think you're either of those things, Gokudera-san. Just different from me.
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...I understand why you did it. That was the hardest part, actually. [She can't help it this time, those eyes look down again, but only for a moment, just to stare down at her hands as they wring together.] Because, um...if things were different in my life, I think I'd have done the same thing. I'm not a criminal, but I don't...have a lot back home. I think out of everyone, I'm probably one of the few people who understands what those poor refugees are going through. Not having enough, having to work hard, to struggle...wishing things were easier. Or better. I don't really talk about it much. Heh, s'not exactly a great topic for conversation.
[Being poor, that is. So poor that you skip meals every so often just to save money. That even coin is squirreled away, and your budget is so tight it's almost unimaginable how anyone can live off it.]
But you don't have to apologize for who you are, you know. It's not bad that we're different, and I don't dislike you for it. Not really... I just have my own code I have to follow, being who I am. It's not...always easy for me, either. [Following the law, even when every inch of you is screaming to disobey. For the sake of someone suffering. Someone, or several someones, who desperately need to be saved.] But I don't think you're either of those things, Gokudera-san. Just different from me.
And that's okay.