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[She's in the Church, only familiar thing really to her, and it's so very accidental, but she's just... staring listlessly at the alter, fingers fiddling with her device. Looking but not really seeing. It's meant to be private, but she's just not concentrating at all. Usually, she'd rather die then let people see weakness like this, but it's such an old fear and frustration that she hardly even stops to wipe away tears, let alone think. Not that she cried for much more then frustration most times, and certainly not since she lost the war with Mary of Guise.

This was frustration, and a great deal of fear too.

At the very least she's manages enough to make sure Lin can't see this, she refuses to give the woman that satisfaction most of all, and she wished she could slap her again. Nor does she even know how to ask this question, so she's just blunt about it.]

Tell me, when I return, if I ever leave this cursed, wretched place, am I to be executed? Is that why everyone remembers me so much?

[it clicks off]

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[Misery she found, compounded itself in silence, and when the only thing she could hear was her own crying, it seemed too loud to hear anything else, certainly not him. But then misery also loved company.

It's only after she's exhausted, that it sort of dies itself, sobs just become little hitches of breath, and she wasn't one to wallow, because if she started down that path, she'd never stop. Best to let this be done as quickly as possible, like poison from a wound. Only this one would fester no doubt for awhile, like any deep fear did. Trying to hide it though, she pulled out her handkercheif, that she had embroidered with that swan, and pressed it to her eyes, drying them.

Except apparently, she wasn't alone as she would of thought when she looked up again. She doesn't startle though, barely even blinks at him when she sees him. Normally she'd be overjoyed, fuss over him like she had before. Right now, she couldn't manage a smile. For one so usually animate, she's dulled.

Just one slow breath in, before dropped her eyes down and away.] I had no thought you would come to this place, my lord Shisui. Shouldn't you be resting for your eye?

[Because she had seen, and she'd been horrified, but there were others to take care of him, he had his family after all. She had nothing, and the bitterness made her swallow down.]

[ By the time she addressed him, Shisui had taken to a meditative posture, trying to contemplate his own actions. The sobbing had died down, he noticed. Yet though the building seemed quieter, the silence itself hung heavy around them.

There was nothing liberating about it; there was no peace of mind.

When he spoke, he did not look up from his position. ]

I had meant to visit this place when I was here last.

[ And only now does he look up-- though not at her, but at the dilapidated mural above the altar. He disregards any comment about his eye, because at the moment, all that is trivial. ]

Were you looking for answers?

Edited 2012-06-27 15:36 (UTC)

[There was no peace of mind to be had, she knew that, she'd done this enough to know that all the way down to her bones, where the cold wind from the east. Too many uncertainties, and the loss of control almost made her shake. Or had already, she couldn't tell what was making her hands tremble.]

No, no answers. I just wanted something familiar, I've nothing of home, no family, nor friends, I just... [She looked up at the painting, at Christ smiling benevolently, and she tried to draw strength from it. He knew of his death after all, to die one far more painful then hers at that. Out of habit, she raised a hand and crossed herself, then touched her finger tips her lips.]

Do you not long for the same, sometimes? Somewhere safe?

[ Shisui glanced at her then. He wondered in silence if lack of familiarity was what made her tremble so. It didn't add up, of course, and he couldn't help but stare at her hands, and then in what she proceeded to do, curiously watching as she made the sign of the cross over her chest.

The question makes him look away, though, and he stares at his hands instead; those hands that had severed the lives of many in order to protect those he loved. Was that in any way fair? ]

I do... [ If it was sanctuary, then it had been something he had longed for for years, all his life, though unfortunately would never live to see it. ]

Does this place remind you of home? Is that why... [ He pauses, not sure if she minded him asking.

Shisui knew that girls cried and let their emotions show a little more freely than men, but never did he put it down to just a 'female attribute'. He hated seeing people cry, and wished he could fix them all. He was not allowed to show emotion, but Shisui was no stranger to it. And, for whatever reason she had been shedding those tears, Shisui knew that it wasn't just something to do with 'being a woman'. There was no excuse to ignore it. ]

Edited 2012-06-27 17:16 (UTC)

[She wasn't looking at him, even as he spoke to her. His presence though, was an anchor, however slightly. Grounded her back in place. Away from memories, of cold that ached in bones in vicious storms. As if hiding from the, she drew her legs up closer to her, her many skirts concealing her. Even if the stifling heat of late, she hadn't really shed that many layers.]

As close as I can get. At home, they're bigger, not churches, cathedrals with turrets that seem to reach all that way to heaven and scrape the sky. More colourful too... [She gestured to the painting, cracked as it was.] This is over every wall, paintings that is. On the ceiling. It's also, always quiet, even in the middle of the city.

[ When she speaks of great cathedrals he has seen nothing of, Shisui only follows the movement of her hands as he tries to imagine it. He is used to seeing only Buddhist temples and Shinto shrines. They too were large, far reaching bodies of architecture, gilded in gold and decorated with the most ornate craftsmanship that made evident the devotion that had gone into its construction.

The only similarity he could identify from the descriptions and from the religious places he has set foot in has to be the silence. To this he nods once. ]

Yes, they are always quiet. [ He pauses, as if savoring the silence around them for a moment. A moment of peace, a moment of calm. ] I have not been to very many temples, but to the few I have set foot in... The atmosphere bears a resemblance.

And these men, they are...? [ He gestures with his chin to the mural in front of them. ]

[She inclines her head, the faintest smile there.]

Divinity is the same in most places. Men in my land have fought over it for many many years and they fight still. But I never saw the difference really.

[She looked at the painting of the last supper on the wall, of a man who would soon give up everything, his own body, for what he believed he had to do.] This man is Jesus Christ, the son of God in mortal flesh... [she pointed to him, clearly him for the gold leaf halo about his head, the bread in his hand. Then she pointed to the others around him.] These are the disciples, also called apostles of Christ, who followed him. They later became Saints for their deeds and actions... and that [she pointed at the man with his face turned away] is Judas, who betrayed Christ to his death, though Christ knew of it already.

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