[Hakuno really is the most resilient person he knows. Maybe the most resilient person in human history - because despite her origins, she's definitely, unquestionably a human.]
...Yeah. You're right about that.
[He's quiet for a while, though he doesn't offer many glimpses into what he's thinking about. Whatever it is, it's serious, because that sparkle of mischief in his eye that usually accompanies his deflection attempts is nowhere to be found.]
Thanks, Hakuno.
[It's a small thing, but it encompasses more than he could possibly say to elaborate.
He must have had a name before becoming Robin Hood, but he can't remember it. That had never really bothered him. After all, it had been his decision to kill that nameless peasant in the first place, to replace him with someone else. But there's no need for a Robin Hood here, so who is he without that?
It's Hakuno who gave him the answer, and with it, his name. It's not an especially creative one, derivative as it is, but it's his, and he never would've come to accept it as anything more than an alias if Hakuno hadn't so diligently gathered up what was left of a broken man and tried her hardest to put everything back together. There are pieces missing, and it'll never be exactly the same, no matter how hard she or anyone else tries. But for all the uneven lines and imperfections, it's an identity for him and him alone, a chance to reach toward that quiet, distant dream of a peaceful life. And he thinks, for a moment, that maybe it's not a lie at all, and everything will be okay.
He doesn't think he'll ever be able to thank her enough for that.]
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[He's not wrong.]
Maybe so. But sometimes the words 'it will be okay' can be stronger magic than any Code Cast.
['It will be okay.'
'It doesn't hurt that bad.'
'I can keep going just fine.'
'I'll get through this.']
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...Yeah. You're right about that.
[He's quiet for a while, though he doesn't offer many glimpses into what he's thinking about. Whatever it is, it's serious, because that sparkle of mischief in his eye that usually accompanies his deflection attempts is nowhere to be found.]
Thanks, Hakuno.
[It's a small thing, but it encompasses more than he could possibly say to elaborate.
He must have had a name before becoming Robin Hood, but he can't remember it. That had never really bothered him. After all, it had been his decision to kill that nameless peasant in the first place, to replace him with someone else. But there's no need for a Robin Hood here, so who is he without that?
It's Hakuno who gave him the answer, and with it, his name. It's not an especially creative one, derivative as it is, but it's his, and he never would've come to accept it as anything more than an alias if Hakuno hadn't so diligently gathered up what was left of a broken man and tried her hardest to put everything back together. There are pieces missing, and it'll never be exactly the same, no matter how hard she or anyone else tries. But for all the uneven lines and imperfections, it's an identity for him and him alone, a chance to reach toward that quiet, distant dream of a peaceful life. And he thinks, for a moment, that maybe it's not a lie at all, and everything will be okay.
He doesn't think he'll ever be able to thank her enough for that.]