[ Susano-o no Mikoto, the god of storms and the sea, mighty demon-slayer, had allowed him to be taken. All that remained for her was to wrest that legend from him in her grief and rage, to build monsters that could beat the storm, and could themselves destroy the demons.
Mako bites her lip, knows she's spoken too much, and she quickly changes the subject. ]
Apologies, that was inappropriate. Do you want to start the lessons soon?
[Raw words, and there's an all too familiar pain in them, a grief that he knows. She lost someone she loves, and nothing can heal that wound completely. Steve's been there.]
None needed, Mako.
[He assures her quietly, pressing his lips into a gentle smile.]
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He sounds pretty wise.
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[ Susano-o no Mikoto, the god of storms and the sea, mighty demon-slayer, had allowed him to be taken. All that remained for her was to wrest that legend from him in her grief and rage, to build monsters that could beat the storm, and could themselves destroy the demons.
Mako bites her lip, knows she's spoken too much, and she quickly changes the subject. ]
Apologies, that was inappropriate. Do you want to start the lessons soon?
Voice
None needed, Mako.
[He assures her quietly, pressing his lips into a gentle smile.]
Whenever you're ready, teacher.