You have learned more than some of your teachers, it seems. [He manages to slip the comment in, before she presses on. Kesara may continue to search him for signs of teasing, but Kid is honest, and plainly so.]
There are tricks to everything when necessary, of course. [Unlike hers, his tone implies resignation. She may have pride in her own tricks, her ways of working around her own difficulties. Kid, however, finds his 'tricks' to be hindrances. Additional steps, a list as long as he is tall of ways to manage--to get by. To quiet his anxieties enough to make it through the day.
He contemplates her comment, thoughtful. She may hear him fiddling with something, the nervous movement of his fingers off screen as he had earlier. This time, it's the skull clasp at his neck as he ponders her comment.]
I have never doubted his decisions.
It is, furthermore, far easier for humans to come to trust a figure of Death that looks like them--as opposed to a faceless figure, a mask in a cloak, Death that they can in no way identify with.
If...his decision has lead to this-- [If he could, he would gingerly wave his hand to suggest his entire being, his nervous energy, the hours of counting and arranging, the endless anxiety] --then I believe he has his reasons.
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There are tricks to everything when necessary, of course. [Unlike hers, his tone implies resignation. She may have pride in her own tricks, her ways of working around her own difficulties. Kid, however, finds his 'tricks' to be hindrances. Additional steps, a list as long as he is tall of ways to manage--to get by. To quiet his anxieties enough to make it through the day.
He contemplates her comment, thoughtful. She may hear him fiddling with something, the nervous movement of his fingers off screen as he had earlier. This time, it's the skull clasp at his neck as he ponders her comment.]
I have never doubted his decisions.
It is, furthermore, far easier for humans to come to trust a figure of Death that looks like them--as opposed to a faceless figure, a mask in a cloak, Death that they can in no way identify with.
If...his decision has lead to this-- [If he could, he would gingerly wave his hand to suggest his entire being, his nervous energy, the hours of counting and arranging, the endless anxiety] --then I believe he has his reasons.