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The door closed behind her, a gentle thanks slipping past her lips as he helped her to a chair and she rubbed her temples a bit before perking up and sitting straight in her seat. ...His words held their merit. They made sense...Though part of her couldn't help but comment on a small part of his words in relation to the job he had.

"...I can't say I quite know what it's like to have to see a bigger picture."

...Yikes. There...kinda was that, there. As she adjusted her stance in the chair she had been helped to, her cane was picked up to rest upon her lap with a soft mumble slipping from her lips. How to go about this...A click of the tongue and she was left wondering how to address his words and inquiries in their appropriate manners. ...A thump of her cane's bottom hitting the ground came as she leaned in on it, glazed orbs looking "through" him as she offered a smile of her own to him. He had given an apology of sorts. That was enough for her, though he would need to offer it to everyone -- on top of his insight of why he did it in the first place at that.

"Then I'll be your counselor. I would like to help you. And I'm great listener since I can't see a damned thing. ...Ah. Don't worry about the harshness. It's fine. ...Here. Let me tell you a story. Perhaps it will offer you some insight as to why I'm nice to you, and why I act as I do."

With a motion to that, she drew one of her hands up to her eyes, a small motion made to gesture to it before dropping her hand and speaking out once again. Seemed she had something of a little tale to tell.
"My sight. I gave it up a long time ago because there were...things. Scary things that I could see that nobody else could. ...Not even the teachers here know about them. They introduced themselves to me as 'White Angels'. Not demons, nor angels...Pristine white beings that only I could see as a little girl. I was sent here by my aunt because I summoned Id, Ego, and a white angel -- Immortalis. The giant armored knight you saw. The only one who knows of it is my private Familiar instructor, because...I accidentally summoned him my third day here to stop some people from bullying me for being blind. Anyways..."

She cleared her throat, a motion made to change the subject in order to get on with her little story.
"I gave up my sight...Because I was so tired of being called crazy for seeing things that nobody else saw that I couldn't take it anymore. I made my contract with my Familiars when I was ten. ...It was...actually easier because of that. ...People stopped calling me crazy, but instead...I had to live with receiving pity or ridicule for being helpless as I am now without them. So I...had to learn to take that pity and shift it into things that could help me progress with my everyday life as a result. ...Play to the mercy of others in order to be given an alternative means of achieving what I needed. It's because I don't like being called out on my blindness that I don't...talk to people much. When the whole fight happened because of Ego, it had been because of some boys that had been doing just that -- making fun of me for being blind, calling me a liability. Handicap. Hopeless. Just another dead statistic on the battlefield if they ever even let me graduate. ...Then I was assigned to you. When we met, you didn't utter a single poor word."

...Her body would cease leaning against her cane in favor of tapping his leg softly -- making sure he was there -- and promptly reaching out until her hand found his chest to press it against the area where the human heart was.
"For the first time in a while, this...didn't feel heavy from having to swallow down my pride and accept any pity-laced words, or biting back my tongue and taking in another batch of insults. That's why I'm nice to you. ...You gave me no reason to be cold. You only gave me reason to actually like being around you. You're...probably the only person right now that I'd even ask to read stories with at the moment. ...Err...Wait, that came out weird, hold on."

Her hand would drop, raising up to scratch at her head for a moment before nodding -- as if she'd found the solution to her word-blunder.
"I read stories a lot. Make them up or have Id voice them so. ...It's a hobby of mine to sit in the library and read the books as a result. I know it seems childish or stupid, but it's something I'd like to do with you sometime, if it isn't minded. I read some rather out-there things though...Might creep you out a bit. The biggest point would be, however, that you'd have a time of calm. Which, as you described your job for Overwatch, you would desperately need when not on the battlefield. Anyways. I hope I might have alleviated some of your concerns and questions."

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