The Queen doesn't know about us. She doesn't perceive us, because we are evidence of the pain she's caused. Everything else in the forest, she knows, though.
A heart is a delicate thing, and we are born from feelings. Though I prefer to observe, we exist to protect the heart of those in our care. For now, you are in mine.
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[ he can understand that much, at least. well, it's not like the elders were ever angry with him, though. ]
Wait, I never asked for your name. I'm Soujuurou. [ yeah he's going to ask the shapeless light for a name. why not. ]
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[ he nods, the concept of her being a fragment of mafuyu's heart flying way over his head.
something does catch his attention though. ]
The feelings in my heart? What do you mean?
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The light seems to give an approving glow, and for a moment a ghost of a brown haired woman appears, ruffling his hair a little.
The red ribbon on her wrist has moved to his own.