Sakura wasn't in the best mood, and if she were being fair and honest, it wasn't Lash or Zetta's fault. The fact they were obliviously having the difficulty she was conscious about having just didn't do anything to improve how she was feeling. "It's got nothing to do with whether or not you're meant to mix, or what your skills are, or what species -- let alone planet! -- you're from!"
Part projection, part irritation, pushed her on. "Sure, you enjoy spending time together, because it can be fun, but it's more than that. Isn't it? Even if you didn't want it to be, even if you set out at the start thinking it wouldn't ever be. There's times when you kiss where it's more than just the hormonal rush that's making you giddy, but why would you want to pay attention to that? It might mean you care. You care a whole lot more than you want to, and you know if they're hurting, then you're hurting too, even if there's not a damn thing you can do about it."
Wow, this was such an upper! "You know you'd do your damnedest to keep them safe, no matter how impossible it may be to hurt them, let alone kill them, because you don't like thinking about living without them. Not even for the sake of their friends, or their family, but that selfish part of yourself. You care! If it was just about fun, you could walk away whenever you argued, or things weren't going your way. You'd shrug and say you'll find someone else who doesn't let things get in the way of having fun. Have you? Have either of you walked away?"
She threw her hands in the air.
"It's pretty simple, you know! You," she pointed at Lash, "Admit that Zetta's important to you. And you!" She pointed to Zetta. "Admit that how Lash feels matters to you. If she's happy, if you can make her happy, if you can protect her, or whatever else goes through your demonic overlord mind! Same with you, Lash! If either one of you were repodded tomorrow, how the hell would you feel? Ask yourself why you'd feel that way."
She crossed her arms firmly over her chest, incredibly self-defensive. There's your answer. Or at least hers, thrown in Lash and Zetta's faces.
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Sakura wasn't in the best mood, and if she were being fair and honest, it wasn't Lash or Zetta's fault. The fact they were obliviously having the difficulty she was conscious about having just didn't do anything to improve how she was feeling. "It's got nothing to do with whether or not you're meant to mix, or what your skills are, or what species -- let alone planet! -- you're from!"
Part projection, part irritation, pushed her on. "Sure, you enjoy spending time together, because it can be fun, but it's more than that. Isn't it? Even if you didn't want it to be, even if you set out at the start thinking it wouldn't ever be. There's times when you kiss where it's more than just the hormonal rush that's making you giddy, but why would you want to pay attention to that? It might mean you care. You care a whole lot more than you want to, and you know if they're hurting, then you're hurting too, even if there's not a damn thing you can do about it."
Wow, this was such an upper! "You know you'd do your damnedest to keep them safe, no matter how impossible it may be to hurt them, let alone kill them, because you don't like thinking about living without them. Not even for the sake of their friends, or their family, but that selfish part of yourself. You care! If it was just about fun, you could walk away whenever you argued, or things weren't going your way. You'd shrug and say you'll find someone else who doesn't let things get in the way of having fun. Have you? Have either of you walked away?"
She threw her hands in the air.
"It's pretty simple, you know! You," she pointed at Lash, "Admit that Zetta's important to you. And you!" She pointed to Zetta. "Admit that how Lash feels matters to you. If she's happy, if you can make her happy, if you can protect her, or whatever else goes through your demonic overlord mind! Same with you, Lash! If either one of you were repodded tomorrow, how the hell would you feel? Ask yourself why you'd feel that way."
She crossed her arms firmly over her chest, incredibly self-defensive. There's your answer. Or at least hers, thrown in Lash and Zetta's faces.
She was the best general friend!