She has been brought tea, at the very least, but she will appreciate the medicine and water whenever she can take it.
When he arrives, she looks up from where she's kneeling on the floor, her hands folded together as if in prayer, and she smiles. In her last moments, she also does not want to seem weak or frail, illness or otherwise. ]
[PLEASE give jeanne some anti-nausea medicine so she isn't super sick before she dies?? that is what soo-won is for, i guess, as he moves to offer it out to her HOWEVER IT GETS THROUGH THE BARRIER and then just.
sighs.]
.... never, I suppose.
[at least - nothing that he's ever asked out loud. but he'll move to sit by her then, opposite the barrier, becoming one with the floor.]
.... praying?
Edited (ara reminded me there's a barrier) 2020-11-08 05:42 (UTC)
[maybe don't take your execution like a champ, jeanne!!!!
but soo-won will just pause at that and - in truth, he doesn't know much about prayer. even if it is practiced in certain areas of kouka, he only knows enough for polite company, but he doesn't particularly partake.
even here, he realizes now that he has ignored most books relating to theology, aside from one or two on distant myths.]
.... what do you think about, when you pray?
[he can't exactly promise he'll start - or even understand but
if it's something important to her, he'd at least like to learn]
Jeanne looks almost surprised by that question. It's not something she's been asked for, but she understands the question from him, she thinks. ]
Everything and nothing at the same time. I pray about what I care about. I pray about what I hope for. I pray about what worries about me. I pray about what I'm thankful for. I pray about what makes me happy.
It's simply something that grounds me.
[ It's something she can lose herself to for hours. ]
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She has been brought tea, at the very least, but she will appreciate the medicine and water whenever she can take it.
When he arrives, she looks up from where she's kneeling on the floor, her hands folded together as if in prayer, and she smiles. In her last moments, she also does not want to seem weak or frail, illness or otherwise. ]
When have I refused something you asked of me?
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sighs.]
.... never, I suppose.
[at least - nothing that he's ever asked out loud. but he'll move to sit by her then, opposite the barrier, becoming one with the floor.]
.... praying?
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She will take her execution like a champ. ]
Prayer keeps me focused. I can will away how ill I feel with it.
[ She can do it without praying, but it's easier this way. ]
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but soo-won will just pause at that and - in truth, he doesn't know much about prayer. even if it is practiced in certain areas of kouka, he only knows enough for polite company, but he doesn't particularly partake.
even here, he realizes now that he has ignored most books relating to theology, aside from one or two on distant myths.]
.... what do you think about, when you pray?
[he can't exactly promise he'll start - or even understand but
if it's something important to her, he'd at least like to learn]
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Jeanne looks almost surprised by that question. It's not something she's been asked for, but she understands the question from him, she thinks. ]
Everything and nothing at the same time. I pray about what I care about. I pray about what I hope for. I pray about what worries about me. I pray about what I'm thankful for. I pray about what makes me happy.
It's simply something that grounds me.
[ It's something she can lose herself to for hours. ]