[Where Kanaya's voice raises, Peko's stays lower in tone. Her eyes slide closed for a moment as she exhales again, mentally composing what she wants to say in a way that, hopefully, will be easier for the alien woman to understand. Her classmates on the island hadn't understood. The only one in the castle who'd understood was Kuzuryuu, and even he had been against the practice (something which she still thinks about, even now, especially now).
She opens her eyes to meet Kanaya's as her arms uncross to hang loosely at her sides. She has nothing to hide here (so she'd like to think, so she thinks).]
There are people who are born to be people, and people who are born to be tools. I was abandoned by my parents at birth, and picked up by the Kuzuryuu family. I am not a person. I am young master Fuyuhiko's tool. Nothing more. I was not raised as he and his sister were. I was raised to be what I am now, a means to an end.
If I am not his tool, then I am nothing.
[It's subtle, it's quiet, but her voice starts to shake. Because now more than ever, she doesn't want to be his tool. She wants to stand at his side as something else. Not an equal, never an equal, but someone he can speak with and confide in, someone to comfort him and be there for him. Things she can't do, no matter how much she wants to. Even if he were here right now, she couldn't.]
So it is not that one cannot bear it. It is that a person never would have to.
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[Where Kanaya's voice raises, Peko's stays lower in tone. Her eyes slide closed for a moment as she exhales again, mentally composing what she wants to say in a way that, hopefully, will be easier for the alien woman to understand. Her classmates on the island hadn't understood. The only one in the castle who'd understood was Kuzuryuu, and even he had been against the practice (something which she still thinks about, even now, especially now).
She opens her eyes to meet Kanaya's as her arms uncross to hang loosely at her sides. She has nothing to hide here (so she'd like to think, so she thinks).]
There are people who are born to be people, and people who are born to be tools. I was abandoned by my parents at birth, and picked up by the Kuzuryuu family. I am not a person. I am young master Fuyuhiko's tool. Nothing more. I was not raised as he and his sister were. I was raised to be what I am now, a means to an end.
If I am not his tool, then I am nothing.
[It's subtle, it's quiet, but her voice starts to shake. Because now more than ever, she doesn't want to be his tool. She wants to stand at his side as something else. Not an equal, never an equal, but someone he can speak with and confide in, someone to comfort him and be there for him. Things she can't do, no matter how much she wants to. Even if he were here right now, she couldn't.]
So it is not that one cannot bear it. It is that a person never would have to.