It's not an emotion that ever sits well with her, and so it's an emotion she had worked hard to eliminate whenever she relooped time. To be nervous is to be uncertain. It's to doubt oneself and their vision, their script. It's not knowing what's comes next.
She hates it. But, well. She's dead.
What else is there to be uncertain of at this point?
So she pushes the feeling back and walks her way to the farm, where she promised to meet Sol for their little spar. Her fingers itch, as if they can already feel the weight of swords in her grip.]
Week 3 - Post Trial
It's not an emotion that ever sits well with her, and so it's an emotion she had worked hard to eliminate whenever she relooped time. To be nervous is to be uncertain. It's to doubt oneself and their vision, their script. It's not knowing what's comes next.
She hates it. But, well. She's dead.
What else is there to be uncertain of at this point?
So she pushes the feeling back and walks her way to the farm, where she promised to meet Sol for their little spar. Her fingers itch, as if they can already feel the weight of swords in her grip.]
Sol-san?
[Calling out once she's arrived]