[It's such a hero's way of thinking about things. Saving everyone, fixing every problem - a worthy goal, but an unattainable one. Futility and helplessness are things with which Naminé is uncomfortably familiar, and as someone who would never take such a title for herself, she has no hesitation about being brutally honest in her perspective; sometimes, there's truly nothing you can do.]
[And yet, for all that she disagrees, it's almost nice to hear him say that - as though it were really as simple as doing one's best. Realist or not, she can appreciate that sort of... optimism, for lack of a better word. He'll surely come to accept it one way or another, she thinks, even if he still tries to deny it now. She can only hope that it doesn't cause too much hurt along the way.]
[The suggestion that he might need to apologize to her rather effectively shakes her out of any other thoughts on that matter, her expression shifting into genuine surprise and then straight into concern of her own.] You don't have to apologize for that. I like talking to you. [Which... means accepting the questions, too, it seems. She doesn't make any distinction between normal conversation and discussing such difficult topics. (Maybe that's because all her conversations before Cerealia were like that - tied up with complications and tough questions.)] If something's on your mind, I'm happy to help you work it out. That's the least I can do.
[Step one of knowing what to say, right? The listening. Which means she's also caught on to something else, and now that she's said her peace on that one subject, she of course has to ask, though with a touch of caution,] But what do you mean, they... 'disappeared on you'?
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[And yet, for all that she disagrees, it's almost nice to hear him say that - as though it were really as simple as doing one's best. Realist or not, she can appreciate that sort of... optimism, for lack of a better word. He'll surely come to accept it one way or another, she thinks, even if he still tries to deny it now. She can only hope that it doesn't cause too much hurt along the way.]
[The suggestion that he might need to apologize to her rather effectively shakes her out of any other thoughts on that matter, her expression shifting into genuine surprise and then straight into concern of her own.] You don't have to apologize for that. I like talking to you. [Which... means accepting the questions, too, it seems. She doesn't make any distinction between normal conversation and discussing such difficult topics. (Maybe that's because all her conversations before Cerealia were like that - tied up with complications and tough questions.)] If something's on your mind, I'm happy to help you work it out. That's the least I can do.
[Step one of knowing what to say, right? The listening. Which means she's also caught on to something else, and now that she's said her peace on that one subject, she of course has to ask, though with a touch of caution,] But what do you mean, they... 'disappeared on you'?