❛   That’s very true isn’t it?   ❜    THEY NEEDED CONTROL. But they didn’t know how to gain it. Their life had been DICTATED by others for most of their life. MANIPULATED into believing their will was free and their choices were not predetermined. Molded into someone that would fit expectations of others and everything, their FATE was laid out for them in a straight line. Now the path wasn’t lit, wasn’t drawn, wasn’t anywhere to be seen. They had control of their life now but it’s not what they wanted. Arita’s head was a bit blurry today and as the girl spoke he could hear the whispers of souls devoured pleading to them, that it’s okay.  ❛    But we all want things to work out don’t we? If we don’t control the situation the outcome may not be in our favor!    ❜   Arita looked down at their hands once so small.   ❛    But I suppose it would be nice to let go and just let what happens happen despite the consequences.   ❜

{{ I’m just gonna recode my verse page, then it’s a deal!! }}

Using the handle she W A S holding to pull herself off the other passenger, she offers her hand to Fumi to help her up.

     cursing, the would-be-mugger had dropped the weapon ( a pocketknife, a ten centimetre hawkbill ), but he was silenced by robin’s quick punch, knocking him out. after handcuffing the guy, he turns towards the civilian ( female, fifteen to seventeen years of age, one hundred sixty-five to one hundred sixty-eight centimetres, japanese ) and states in japanese with a calming smile, ‘ you’re safe now. do you want me to stick with you until you reach your destination ? ’

       “how do you feel about legends? or rather -- have you heard a legend that piques your interest?” his gaze is hopeful for any sort of something along the ‘yes’, but he wouldn’t mind indulging her if she wants to. my, my, my -- oh how he LOVES to talk about legends of any sort, especially when it came to beasts. 

‘  drop the fish, fumi  .  ‘

❝ Excuse me, you wouldn’t happen to know where Sappho’s poetry may be in this library, would you? ❞