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Lisette couldn't help but ponder, as she glanced into the canyon, her face in a somewhat nervous position. "M-Maybe... Maybe I should go back..." The girl muttered to herself, before taking a few steps forward. Getting a bit too close to the edge, she backed up once again, nervously.
She couldn't do anything right, could she? The taguel's heart stung at this thought, but she couldn't bring herself to take a single step forward. Her arms lowered, as her body began to droop, tears starting to fall from her eyes. A hand raising to her head, she clawed roughly at her hair, pulling and yanking at it, before trying to peer over the edge again. Would anybody even cared, if she fell down right here? She doubted it.
She let out a whimper, "I can't even bring myself to jump..." She mumbled under her breath.
His journey brought him far from the origin of Cyrkensia.
Looking in nearly any direction did not give him a hint of a clue as to his bearings. One thing was certain however, he was near a colossal bottomless canyon. Grant began to think he was off by a couple of miles along the path he was told to take by his guide. He narrowed his eyes.
His fear was not of getting lost in the clearly abundant wilderness, on the contrary it was instead of making someone wait for him. There were no doubts in his mind that his guide was already at the place they were supposed to meet, the thought irked him.
Fortunately, there was someone up ahead. Though not a person he recognised in the slightest, it would help. He adopted a steady pace towards her. To the butler, she seemed to stick out like a sore thumb amongst all the gloom of the area. Furthermore she was ridden with grief.
His pace came to a crawl.
She was not going to do what he thought she was, was she?
In any case, Grant attempted to ensure the opposite. “An awfully hot time of the day to be out and about, is it not?” Though both tone and voice were composed, his question- casual. As if one would ask such a thing to an acquaintance or a friend in the middle of the day.
As a voice rang by, Lisette practically jumped back a few feet, fortunately bringing her a bit further from the edge, as her head craned towards the stranger. "Wh-What?!" She sounded a bit panicked in tone, definitely not expecting a passerby to talk to her. This was... Strange. At least to the girl, and she covered her face, with her own hand.
She couldn't be seen crying after all. Her hand awkwardly moved on her face, wiping away pathetic tears. Forcing a smile, she lowered her arms, folding them behind her back. The bunny girl, didn't particularly enjoy people seeing her sad, but her fake smile was a lot more strained than usual.
"Oh... Ummm..." Her head darted back and forth, she didn't really wanna talk right now. As she tried to find a way out, she responded. "I-I guess it is pretty hot... Um..." She glanced completely away, to the edge again. "Are you hot or umm something...?"
Such a quick change in her display of emotions. His suspicions were confirmed.
Of the various ways he would persuade her from leaping, too many of them were overused. Though, the one thing that any single person could appreciate would be chance. A chance at winning, a chance at friendship, a chance at life. Nobody wants to be bothered with the probability of losing something except if they are calculating a risk ahead of time. Grant was that sort of person- he knew it too well.
Regardless of the likelihood of him being calculative at this point in time, he did the opposite. A risk that boiled down to the emotions of others instead of his cold, cruel decisiveness in battle. “I do, and seeing as you find it alike.”
He extended a hand to offer it with a warm smile.
“Would you mind accompanying me to a tree nearby?” He asked. “You seem like good company.”
Lisette glanced back as he began to speak again. Her smile got a bit weaker, she probably wouldn't have been able to get herself to jump anyway. Her chest started to twist in the pain, thoughts of her own worthlessness attacking her. She gave a closed eye smile, to push back tears. As her eyes opened back up, she grabbed his hand with her own.
"I... I suppose!" She tried to say confidently, but really it came out as if she choked on her words, then spoke a bit too quickly afterwards. In a slight fit of panic, the girl kept talking, not filtering the next few words, "B-But, I'm really not good company at a-... Er..."
She stopped speaking, her eyebrows furrowing, as she looked away.
And so he held her hand firmly in his. Grant would then begin to lead her towards the shade of a nearby tree- strictly away from the bottomless canyon.
“A commonly known fact even if it might not seem apparent,” the young man hummed lightly as he walked. “There is beauty in modesty itself.” A statement that might or might not be understood by her. Nevertheless, he did believe in what he had said himself, any less and it would have been a lie.
Ahead was the tree- solemn and undisturbed by any other plant life save for the grass. Perhaps it could be compared to Lisette, though she was not accompanied by Grant. “Much better, would you not agree?”
Lisette walked a bit behind, and looked at the taller person from behind, as she resigned herself to the fact that it was doubtful she could go back, or anything. It did confuse her a bit, was this a stranger, who just happened to want to talk right then... Or was he trying to stop her? She didn't really want to think about it... Either way, the thought was depressing.
As he began to talk more though, she stared at the ground, not speaking in response. Not exactly the sharpest, she couldn't catch exactly what he meant. Her inability to know caused her to sigh unconsciously. She was usually more talkative than this, especially on the chance that someone wanted to speak to her... But this was really a moment where it was hard for her to force cheer, until it felt sort of real.
"... I suppose it is nice..." She said audibly, wanting to add a question, but she wasn't really the best at socializing. Instead, wanting to say something more than she was saying, "Sorry... I must seem really... Really gloomy."
Is was not often that Grant heard someone point something from out of their own perspective. That might have been the offset of not socialising with a lot of other people when he did not need to, but it was interesting nonetheless. The butler wanted to let go of her hand, yet he was not sure if he could do that. He did feel emphatic about her sadness and still, he knew not of the reason behind it.
A distraction from her problems might to the trick. In spite of that, it would not be any care for a long term basis. Addressing her problem was what he needed to do- that much he would try his best to accomplish. Enough beating about the bush to not help someone would make even a butler of his patience to get sick.
“You do,” stated Grant. “That being said, you have no need to apologise.” The young man sighed, shaking his head lightly before turning to her and holding her hand in both of his own. “Frankly speaking, I never thought I would be on the opposite end of a conversation of this matter.”
She felt smaller, as the man looked at her, it was intimidating in a way, but it was a bit refreshing to be around someone being nice to her. It was probably just out of pure pity, but honestly, in the big city, she usually didn't even get that.
But she didn't really want to talk about her issues, she just doubted some random person would care... Then realization dawned on her.
"Um... Actually, I don't think I got your name." She said with a more convincing smile. Maybe this wouldn't be an excuse for her to change the subject? She didn't want to start crying again, or whining, or anything. "I'm Lisette, it's nice to meet you!" She looked straight at the other at this point.
“Grant. The sentiment is shared, Miss Lisette.” He nodded his head lightly. “Though I am afraid that smile of yours is rather fragile.” He would then let go of her hand slowly, standing up straight and proper as he usually does.
Her reaction had been amongst some of the most probable ones to Grant’s knowledge. People often did fake other emotions to lighten up the mood- not too long ago when she had not noticed him she was crying her eyes out. In times of sadness it was a good method to distract from it, though only more damage could come in the future.
“Please listen, Miss Lisette.” He brought up a single palm to the bark of the tree, feeling it’s texture. “I understand that you wish not to bother any one with what you feel or experience.” Once more, he turned back to face the Taguel. “However, I wish to aid you. Neither pity nor an ulterior motive burden my being- this is simply how I feel.”
Lisette stood a bit back as he spoke, the pain in her chest continued to gnaw at her, as she started to let down her smile. He was right, it was fragile. It was sad because even something so easy to break, took ages for her to create. As she watched the other, she couldn't help but feel inferior. After all, she was taguel, and useless in practically every way she could think of.
"That's kind of you..." She mumbled, looking towards the ground, before slowly slumping down into a seated position. "It's just... Just like..." She tried to force herself not to cry, yet tears still welled up in her eyes. "Usually everybody treats me like I'm worthless... They aren't wrong, but... B-but the fact that I'm worthless is also really depressing..." She didn't look up as she spoke.
"But yeah, nobody..." Her hands balled up into fists, as she tried not to stumble on her words. "Nobody would care, o-or even notice if I was gone..."
Her words spoke volumes of her depression. A relatable scenario for him perhaps, replacing uselessness with emptiness. The present was different now, he was in a foreign land. His eyes were open now to what she felt, any more and he might have seen the sun beyond the tree’s leaves. An action could speak louder than any sort of phrase or word he might be able to utter. A combination of both might have even have a larger effect. Therefore, he did the first thing that came to mind.
Grant lowered his hand, kneeling down on his right leg next to her. He would attempt to lightly lift her chin from it’s slanted descent to face him.
“And what of me?” He asked calmly. “I doubt that I will ever meet another Taguel named Lisette if you are gone. Would I?” If he managed to do as prior, her teary eyes would have met his own- blank and unwavering. “You say the term ‘fact’ in regards to you being worthless as if it truly is.”
Finally, he said one last thing. “If it honestly is a fact set in stone, I would like to dispute it. You need only let me.”
Lisette didn't pull away, but her eyes tried hard as they could, to look off to the side. Eyes full of tears, and as overall nervous a person, as the taguel was, she remained stressed. The words the butler stated got a slight chuckle from her, sure he wouldn't meet someone else like her... But there's no reason to care about the death of someone you don't know. Honestly... She didn't understand why someone would try to stop her anyway.
Swabbing at her eyes, she reluctantly glanced up at Grant, as she momentarily let a bit of her guard down. "Dispute it?" She said, her ears drooped. "You don't really know me..." A tired expression peeked through her ordinary crying appearance, as she moved her head away.
"You can try, but... Well..." She shook her head, looking downcast. "Why do you even care...?"
“Too true that I do not, Miss Lisette.” He brought one of the two linen sacks over his shoulder to the front of himself. “I do not know who you are, what your occupation is, your age, your interests or your past.” As he rambled on, the butler procured a clean white cloth from the sack. “Nevertheless, what I do know is that not one single being, Human, Elven, Dwarven, Taguel or otherwise, is completely worthless.”
Grant offered the cloth to her. “Yes, you might not perform well in a task you have been given. The lack of passion in a task often leads to a sub par result.” He nodded once, sitting himself down. “And even if one might try their hardest, the talent of him or her might lie elsewhere.” He made sure to phrase it as simply as he could- speaking clearly and calmly.
“As for why I care. . .” He shrugged his shoulders. “I simply guess that I have no reason. Does one need a reason to care about the sake of another?"
As he spoke, she found herself looking downcast. Sure he said all this... But it's not like it could fix anything. She quietly accepted the cloth, swabbing at her face, as he spoke. "... You're really kind..." She said, shaking her head lightly. He posed the question of if someone needed a reason to care about another, and honestly, she would've kept walking if she had seen herself there.
"Maybe you're right... But..." She moved herself away, and looked to the side, she must be bothering this man, having him try helping her. "I just wish things were different..." She sighed, would things ever get better? Could things ever get better?
She wasn't sure, but... Maybe she would have to try and hang in there a bit longer.
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