[ Granted, Vanitas is not necessarily an easy person to comfort - but neither is Naminé confident in her own ability to provide the same to any kind of person, really. Truth might serve a purpose but has such an unpleasant taste, and she's too honest to lie despite how much sweeter it might seem at the time. Having not known kindness for so much of her life, she's far behind in learning how to be soothed, much less soothe another. She's been too blunt in the attempt before, assumed too much, so her past failings are fresh in her memory and lead her to caution now.
In any case, she's grateful not to have upset him, based on the tone of his message. Yet leaving the drawing unfinished doesn't suit her; without the prerequisite knowledge, the most she's able to offer is a promise. ]
I can fill it in later, if I ever meet them.
[ But if he's satisfied for now, then so be it. She holds her breath a moment at the last part of his response; though she second-guesses herself, the truth really is the truth. So after a beat, she'll write her dissenting, ]
Yes, I did.
[ She'd have regretted it if she didn't - regretted not trying to help him, no matter how it might turn out. This is only one nightmare, but it's part of a life that was so long full of loneliness that a formerly isolated creature like herself can't keep from reaching out when she can, out of solidarity if for no other reason. There was no opportunity for her to before, but now... ]
No one should have to see themselves only like that.
[ Broken into pieces, so full of frustration and despair. Even if she can't put him back together with her own hands, at least she can give him the idea of what the same mess he imagines within himself would look like whole.
It's a little closer to reality that way, isn't it? ]
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In any case, she's grateful not to have upset him, based on the tone of his message. Yet leaving the drawing unfinished doesn't suit her; without the prerequisite knowledge, the most she's able to offer is a promise. ]
I can fill it in later, if I ever meet them.
[ But if he's satisfied for now, then so be it. She holds her breath a moment at the last part of his response; though she second-guesses herself, the truth really is the truth. So after a beat, she'll write her dissenting, ]
Yes, I did.
[ She'd have regretted it if she didn't - regretted not trying to help him, no matter how it might turn out. This is only one nightmare, but it's part of a life that was so long full of loneliness that a formerly isolated creature like herself can't keep from reaching out when she can, out of solidarity if for no other reason. There was no opportunity for her to before, but now... ]
No one should have to see themselves only like that.
[ Broken into pieces, so full of frustration and despair. Even if she can't put him back together with her own hands, at least she can give him the idea of what the same mess he imagines within himself would look like whole.
It's a little closer to reality that way, isn't it? ]