[ She wants to argue with him, to plead with him to not treat her any differently. She's still the same Sanae she was a few minutes ago, and he was yelling at her for talking about being slingshot into space!
She doesn't like this. She shouldn't have said anything. The candle on their table flickers.
She smiles, looking down at the napkin in her lap. ] ...But you would treat me differently from a human.
[ She definitely doesn't have the presence of a god, if he couldn't tell until she told him so. ]
[There's no hesitation there whatsoever. It's a fact of life. How can he treat a god the same way as a human? That makes no sense. He keeps his gaze on the tablecloth in front of him.
The glass nearby him cracks again.]
But I won't embarrass or reveal your true nature to anyone else. And I still think well of you. I still admire and like you for who you are. [It's a weak compromise, but it's his word that he will try to balance Sanae his friend and Sanae the goddesses.]
[ She's always wanted to be a good god-- one that deserves respect. One that has done things to deserve respect. She's always believed that gods do good, which is what made them great and benevolent, looking out for humans and putting their well being first. Granted, she has expressed respect and reverence towards gods she hardly knows anything about, including the ones who have does questionable things in their past. But this is the first time she has truly questioned that mentality. She doesn't want to be a god that automatically commands respect, if it means she will lose a close friend.
Will it bring him comfort, she wonders, if she blesses him? ] ....There's a hierarchy, and we've all heard of it. The lay people, the servants of the shrine, the ordained, the lesser gods, and then the higher gods. One level of the pyramid serves the other, all the way up to the top.
But I've always thought it would be better to be the opposite, to flip the pyramid on its point. [ She explains softly. ] The gods are at the bottom, and it's we who must serve the world, protect it, and make sure everyone is content and safe.
Just-- keep that in mind, okay? I'm... I'll always be here for you, if you need me. [ She watches the crack again. Maybe they should order their food to go. She can't take this mood anymore, and she feels as if she's lost something dear to her. ]
[Why does this sound so final? Why does this sound like they're going their separate ways? Why does this make his chest hurt with an ache he doesn't know or understand?
His eyes glancing to the side, afraid that she'll see this emotion reflected in them.]
I--[There are words burning at the back of his throat, words that he needs to say. His heart is beating fast, each beat a painful thump, because she is a god and he is a human, and he should never have drawn so closely to her, he should never have developed this friendship, these feelin--
A cough, and then a weak smile as he finally looks back up at her, eyes soft and apologetic...but respectful.]
I wonder. Are you going to be the first god going to space then?
[ An uneasy feeling settles within her heart. From that slight emotional look, to his respectful gaze, but she feels as if something has changed within their relationship, and not entirely for the better.
But she can guess that he doesn't wish to talk about it, and-- well. Perhaps she's jumping to conclusions. And she's trying not to do that. So time will tell if this change with persist. And so, Sanae pleasantly continues the conversation, although there's a noted superficial aspect to it. ] Oh... I don't know about that. [ She smiles.
And oh hey, their food is being brought out. ] There are already gods and goddesses of the moon and sun. They're technically always in space.
[And although the food smells good, he's really lost a lot of his appetite to eat. He gives a small nod of thanks to the waiter and unfolds the napkin; he's picked up a thing or two about dining customs in Verens over this stay here.
And the last thing anyone wants is to be a messy eater in front of a divine being.]
[ She'll go ahead and take a few bites of her own meal, but she may notice if he's not really touching his own plate. ] Hmmm....
The celestial plane, or the Takamagahara-- that's where most of the heavenly gods live. It's among the stars and yet you can't get there by simply flying into space. It's its own realm. [ She waves her hand. ] Does that make sense? I haven't actually been to the Takamagahara myself, but one day I just might!
[ She smiles, giggling. And hoping to encourage a more pleasant conversation. ] Although if it's not as beautiful as actual space-space, then there's no reason to stay.
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She doesn't like this. She shouldn't have said anything. The candle on their table flickers.
She smiles, looking down at the napkin in her lap. ] ...But you would treat me differently from a human.
[ She definitely doesn't have the presence of a god, if he couldn't tell until she told him so. ]
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[There's no hesitation there whatsoever. It's a fact of life. How can he treat a god the same way as a human? That makes no sense. He keeps his gaze on the tablecloth in front of him.
The glass nearby him cracks again.]
But I won't embarrass or reveal your true nature to anyone else. And I still think well of you. I still admire and like you for who you are. [It's a weak compromise, but it's his word that he will try to balance Sanae his friend and Sanae the goddesses.]
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Will it bring him comfort, she wonders, if she blesses him? ] ....There's a hierarchy, and we've all heard of it. The lay people, the servants of the shrine, the ordained, the lesser gods, and then the higher gods. One level of the pyramid serves the other, all the way up to the top.
But I've always thought it would be better to be the opposite, to flip the pyramid on its point. [ She explains softly. ] The gods are at the bottom, and it's we who must serve the world, protect it, and make sure everyone is content and safe.
Just-- keep that in mind, okay? I'm... I'll always be here for you, if you need me. [ She watches the crack again. Maybe they should order their food to go. She can't take this mood anymore, and she feels as if she's lost something dear to her. ]
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[Why does this sound so final? Why does this sound like they're going their separate ways? Why does this make his chest hurt with an ache he doesn't know or understand?
His eyes glancing to the side, afraid that she'll see this emotion reflected in them.]
I--[There are words burning at the back of his throat, words that he needs to say. His heart is beating fast, each beat a painful thump, because she is a god and he is a human, and he should never have drawn so closely to her, he should never have developed this friendship, these feelin--
A cough, and then a weak smile as he finally looks back up at her, eyes soft and apologetic...but respectful.]
I wonder. Are you going to be the first god going to space then?
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But she can guess that he doesn't wish to talk about it, and-- well. Perhaps she's jumping to conclusions. And she's trying not to do that. So time will tell if this change with persist. And so, Sanae pleasantly continues the conversation, although there's a noted superficial aspect to it. ] Oh... I don't know about that. [ She smiles.
And oh hey, their food is being brought out. ] There are already gods and goddesses of the moon and sun. They're technically always in space.
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[And although the food smells good, he's really lost a lot of his appetite to eat. He gives a small nod of thanks to the waiter and unfolds the napkin; he's picked up a thing or two about dining customs in Verens over this stay here.
And the last thing anyone wants is to be a messy eater in front of a divine being.]
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The celestial plane, or the Takamagahara-- that's where most of the heavenly gods live. It's among the stars and yet you can't get there by simply flying into space. It's its own realm. [ She waves her hand. ] Does that make sense? I haven't actually been to the Takamagahara myself, but one day I just might!
[ She smiles, giggling. And hoping to encourage a more pleasant conversation. ] Although if it's not as beautiful as actual space-space, then there's no reason to stay.