The Ghost snorts a little, shaking his head. "No accounting for taste," he hums lightly.
And suddenly the Bunny's wrapped up. In Tenten. The Ghost of Christmas Present drops his robe and shakes his head. "And what would you do, Bunnymund? Tell her that everything will be okay? Hug away the cracks in her heart? She's not one of your wards. Perhaps her life would have been better if she were." He circles the fray, and then everything freezes. The Ghost pushes his hand through her back and her disguise evaporates. Gone is the Tenten of old. Now there's merely half of her. One eye is simply gone, a dark socket in its place. Her skin is missing on her left side, exposing raw musculature. "But her life ended the moment she met Rose Tattoo."
He withdraws his hand and the disguise reforms, action picking up right where it had left off. "In her culture, a shinobi is 'one who perseveres'. And I cannot see the future, of course, but in this case, the two of us can see it as clearly as crystal." He heaves a sigh, shaking his head. "You can, too. You remember the trenches, still, don't you? The boys in France, staring across No Man's Land at one another? Perhaps you saw my brother's hand in 1914."
He moves through some of the robots to rest a hand on Bunny's shoulder. "She will not allow herself to be protected. She won't hide while her friends are fighting. How can she persevere?" A squeeze, and he lets go. "If you can, you might make her comfortable. Content, perhaps, if you can undermine her 'therapy' sessions. But you can't make her safe or happy."
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And suddenly the Bunny's wrapped up. In Tenten. The Ghost of Christmas Present drops his robe and shakes his head. "And what would you do, Bunnymund? Tell her that everything will be okay? Hug away the cracks in her heart? She's not one of your wards. Perhaps her life would have been better if she were." He circles the fray, and then everything freezes. The Ghost pushes his hand through her back and her disguise evaporates. Gone is the Tenten of old. Now there's merely half of her. One eye is simply gone, a dark socket in its place. Her skin is missing on her left side, exposing raw musculature. "But her life ended the moment she met Rose Tattoo."
He withdraws his hand and the disguise reforms, action picking up right where it had left off. "In her culture, a shinobi is 'one who perseveres'. And I cannot see the future, of course, but in this case, the two of us can see it as clearly as crystal." He heaves a sigh, shaking his head. "You can, too. You remember the trenches, still, don't you? The boys in France, staring across No Man's Land at one another? Perhaps you saw my brother's hand in 1914."
He moves through some of the robots to rest a hand on Bunny's shoulder. "She will not allow herself to be protected. She won't hide while her friends are fighting. How can she persevere?" A squeeze, and he lets go. "If you can, you might make her comfortable. Content, perhaps, if you can undermine her 'therapy' sessions. But you can't make her safe or happy."