[... Who let this kid face off against a bear at six??? Konoha grew up in a mountain village, but she was taught to run away fast if she even caught a hint of bear activity in the woods??? Also, shouldn't any kid that went against a bear be dead, not in possession of good bear meat? She would ask, but...
There's something a bit more important.
Like Ace holding her hands. Her thoughts come to a stop as she just looks down at them, and how different they look. Normally... well, normally, only her parents ever held her hands. Gonta had, just once, when he had gently handled her arm to treat a wolf bite and bandage her. Ace's were nothing like any of them. When they had first met, they seemed strong and rugged, but now he looked almost like a leper. Sickly, his fingers darkening as if rotting even though they still felt like flesh against her own...
She can't help but examine him, concerned, her bottom lip pinched between between her teeth. It's soft, and gentle, despite how physically strong she was, the many little scars and nicks on her slightly rough, calloused skin. She's warm though, just a bit more than a human was. Warmer, when she curls her fingers back between his.]
You need to eat, though, Ace...
[... Doesn't he? Everyone is supposed to need to eat. To live. No matter what might have happened, or how things were in their own worlds, they were all living here in this place now, weren't they?]
Even if it tastes bad... No, I bet we could find something that still tastes good. If we try hard enough...
[- But even as she says it, hopeful and determined and desperate to believe what she was saying was true... What were you supposed to do, if just trying harder wouldn't fix it?]
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There's something a bit more important.
Like Ace holding her hands. Her thoughts come to a stop as she just looks down at them, and how different they look. Normally... well, normally, only her parents ever held her hands. Gonta had, just once, when he had gently handled her arm to treat a wolf bite and bandage her. Ace's were nothing like any of them. When they had first met, they seemed strong and rugged, but now he looked almost like a leper. Sickly, his fingers darkening as if rotting even though they still felt like flesh against her own...
She can't help but examine him, concerned, her bottom lip pinched between between her teeth. It's soft, and gentle, despite how physically strong she was, the many little scars and nicks on her slightly rough, calloused skin. She's warm though, just a bit more than a human was. Warmer, when she curls her fingers back between his.]
You need to eat, though, Ace...
[... Doesn't he? Everyone is supposed to need to eat. To live. No matter what might have happened, or how things were in their own worlds, they were all living here in this place now, weren't they?]
Even if it tastes bad... No, I bet we could find something that still tastes good. If we try hard enough...
[- But even as she says it, hopeful and determined and desperate to believe what she was saying was true... What were you supposed to do, if just trying harder wouldn't fix it?]