The moths don't scatter completely, only lazily move to sit on his braid. Scraps does disturb his gu though, which sticks its head out from under the fold of his shirt and makes a tiny screeching sound.
"Is she a sign of you accepting pieces of yourself including the bad parts?"
Taylor laughs, the sound easy. Younger than she usually sounds.
"Palismen need to know what you want in your life. Which means I needed to realize what I want.
"Hunter and I were talking about my feelings for Rags. Rags decided he's not staying on his world, which means I'm not going to his world. I was mad. Because I wanted to go fight that war."
"And what you want isn't something that you think you want, at least not deep down."
He reached up to give the palismen a skritch under her chin. "I can understand it if you were going to help, but not if you were going just to fight. There is a difference."
"Yeah. I was angry at Rags because I didn't just want to make sure he was safe, I wanted to go win another war. And I don't... I don't think that's me. I want to make sure it's not."
"It's not you, at least not the you I can feel inside," he replied softly, giving her a tiny little smile. "Please tell me you didn't go yelling t him about it."
"Stuck with it, but I think it's also better for you. Meimei, fighting forever isn't always an answer." And he makes a face, waving a hand at the scattering of moths as they drift over. "Not that I'm the best person to speak on this."
"There's no question it's better for me." But she doesn't quite keep the sourness out of it. "He's setting up a home for us in Kamurocho instead. Japan, Earth. We'll live near Dad.
"Not like there won't be fighting there - I mean, you've met Dad - but not the sort I've gotten used to."
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"Scraps, meet Didi. Shen Jiye, my brother."
The ferretipede elongates, leaning far out from Taylor's hands to sniff at him, and chirps. Another magic man?
Taylor glances down at her, brows raised. "She says you smell like... dreams?"
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"Dreams? I suppose I do have some of that skill in my fingers. Can she sense our abilities?"
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He holds out his hand for Scraps, eyebrows raised to see what she would do even as a few dull blue moths came to settle on his shoulder.
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"Something I've very glad of.
"From something Hunter showed me, I think I actually graduated the moment she woke," she says, more softly.
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"Is she a sign of you accepting pieces of yourself including the bad parts?"
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"Palismen need to know what you want in your life. Which means I needed to realize what I want.
"Hunter and I were talking about my feelings for Rags. Rags decided he's not staying on his world, which means I'm not going to his world. I was mad. Because I wanted to go fight that war."
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He reached up to give the palismen a skritch under her chin. "I can understand it if you were going to help, but not if you were going just to fight. There is a difference."
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"Not like there won't be fighting there - I mean, you've met Dad - but not the sort I've gotten used to."
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"I know. And I know how hard it is to stick to."