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Hey, Nezumi, did you know you’re like the wind?
How so?
You blow about every which way you please. As much as I try, as much as I dream, I can never quite grasp you. To even try is futile - an endeavor for fools.
Is that so? If I am the wind, then you are the sun.
The sun?
Don’t interrupt. Yes, the sun.
Sorry… Explain?
Let’s see… A force beyond comprehending, beyond understanding, yet steady and unending. There at the beginning and end of all things. Reliable.
I thought you said I was the sappy one.
You are.
You called me the sun.
Hm. Harsh like the sun, too.
Harsh?
Burning, intense, vital for life and yet so easily able to sear and burn it all away by coming just a millimeter closer. Illuminating truth. Clearing the darkness. Creating gentle warmth, and unbearable heat.
And what of you? The wind is just the same - some days a gentle breeze, and others a tempest. At times cool and calm, and others ready to tear it all down. Natural forces are entirely capable of destroying.
You’re not wrong on that one. The wind does love to tear things down.
Then what about you? What about what we built. Here.
Hmm, you miss the point, Shion.
How?
The difference between the sun and the wind. I, the wind, did not grow any of this. That, Mr. Sun, was all you.