[ BC MIZUKI!! U CANT BE IDENTICAL TWINS IF NOT SAME GENDER NSJDKFNJDSFNDSBNFKDS unless... Maybe they were... maybe osmosis jones happen. or whatever. LMSDJFKSDLFGKS ]
Yes! That's exactly it! [ Caoimhe seems to flinch at his realization, ] When... Um...
There is this book that exists, it - - it is where my name came from.
[ She moves to find the bag of holding and searches for the book. Sure enough she finds it, pulling it out with its hard red cover. As she takes it into her hands, cradling the book itself she gently opens it. ]
It's a story about a girl, who... Who lived in a city where everyone is beautiful, and everyone is good at one thing? It does not what that one thing is, but they excel at it and have purpose because of it. [ She filters through the pages as she speaks looking for something within it urgently. ] Then this girl was born. She was simply not good at any one particular thing, and she did not look so fetching. The girl was often treated so poorly, and no one loved her whatsoever.
The book is about a God watching over this girl, and commenting on how it is she lives - how it is she becomes. Ultimately the God decides it wants to grant the girl a wish, and when it asks her what they wish for. The God says, "I have watched you be hated and reviled, for no reason other than existing. I want to give you a gift, I can change everything about the city, everything about the world, even change you to be loved and revered. What do you want the most, tell me?"
The girl simply said, "I want to just live here, I don't want to change at all. I love looking down at everyone, I love seeing them happy and I love how hard they strive to be what they are. Me being here, drives them. It shows them what they don't want to be, and for that, I am truly precious to them. Even if they do not know it. I just want to be, Caoimhe."
[ As she turns the book over to Mizuki, the illustration is presented across two pages. Drawn with ink and hard printed with some bold colors to pop. There is a girl that overlooks a city, the city is beautifully built. With lights that glimmer, and floating vehicles that whirl around. Then you have Caoimhe in the picture book, staring off from a hill out into the beautiful city. Where the God shown before her as a small sparkling flower, stands within her hands and seems to be giving of a powerful energy that encompasses them both. The image itself looks more intricate, as the border around it almost looks as if it is a mirror. As if, you are the third party watching over them. Where, the God is watching over Caoimhe. Where Caoimhe is Watching over the City. ]
Caragh... Gave me the name of Caoimhe, from this book... I... When I read it recently, I realized to myself that this is how I felt... Like Caoimhe watching over the city, or the God watching over Caoimhe, or... Myself as I read about each of them through this text. [ She looks at the image lowering it to her lap. ] Because of this... its hard for me to not understand the feelings of others... I understand too much - - ...
Even if they have done so much wrong, because for me... It's like I watch them too from a mirror or a window, where all their actions have meaning, and it's never about one thing...
[ A frown... It almost seems like she... Didn't make sense at all. ]
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Yes! That's exactly it! [ Caoimhe seems to flinch at his realization, ] When... Um...
There is this book that exists, it - - it is where my name came from.
[ She moves to find the bag of holding and searches for the book. Sure enough she finds it, pulling it out with its hard red cover. As she takes it into her hands, cradling the book itself she gently opens it. ]
It's a story about a girl, who... Who lived in a city where everyone is beautiful, and everyone is good at one thing? It does not what that one thing is, but they excel at it and have purpose because of it. [ She filters through the pages as she speaks looking for something within it urgently. ] Then this girl was born. She was simply not good at any one particular thing, and she did not look so fetching. The girl was often treated so poorly, and no one loved her whatsoever.
The book is about a God watching over this girl, and commenting on how it is she lives - how it is she becomes. Ultimately the God decides it wants to grant the girl a wish, and when it asks her what they wish for. The God says, "I have watched you be hated and reviled, for no reason other than existing. I want to give you a gift, I can change everything about the city, everything about the world, even change you to be loved and revered. What do you want the most, tell me?"
The girl simply said, "I want to just live here, I don't want to change at all. I love looking down at everyone, I love seeing them happy and I love how hard they strive to be what they are. Me being here, drives them. It shows them what they don't want to be, and for that, I am truly precious to them. Even if they do not know it. I just want to be, Caoimhe."
[ As she turns the book over to Mizuki, the illustration is presented across two pages. Drawn with ink and hard printed with some bold colors to pop. There is a girl that overlooks a city, the city is beautifully built. With lights that glimmer, and floating vehicles that whirl around. Then you have Caoimhe in the picture book, staring off from a hill out into the beautiful city. Where the God shown before her as a small sparkling flower, stands within her hands and seems to be giving of a powerful energy that encompasses them both. The image itself looks more intricate, as the border around it almost looks as if it is a mirror. As if, you are the third party watching over them. Where, the God is watching over Caoimhe. Where Caoimhe is Watching over the City. ]
Caragh... Gave me the name of Caoimhe, from this book... I... When I read it recently, I realized to myself that this is how I felt... Like Caoimhe watching over the city, or the God watching over Caoimhe, or... Myself as I read about each of them through this text. [ She looks at the image lowering it to her lap. ] Because of this... its hard for me to not understand the feelings of others... I understand too much - - ...
Even if they have done so much wrong, because for me... It's like I watch them too from a mirror or a window, where all their actions have meaning, and it's never about one thing...
[ A frown... It almost seems like she... Didn't make sense at all. ]
I am.. Sorry... Did that make sense?