[ no worries. she sleeps like the dead; rather, half-dead. with him, anyway.

yato is much more than just a shoddy, dubious god. he's not even that. (when he's not feeling up people that aren't his girlfriend or getting so drunk he's trying to make money by kisses, anyway. idjit.) yato deserves those things, too. he has them back home with yukine, doesn't he? home, a routine life, a family. he's wrong about not being able to give her those things.

they're both recovering. all the more reason to stick together. help each other. yato's helped her so much when she was still in the hospital and out of it now, too. it's her turn. ]

There are different ways to fight. With your fists, with your words, with your presence. [ yato's so strong. being in so much pain and still able to laugh isn't easy. she knows. is the kaiju gone now? part of her wants to ask. as of yet, she hasn't questioned much about brasov besides what was necessary. other outsiders and the people are her priority - after seoul, more than ever. ]

With holding onto hope.

[ here, she tears up a little. that hasn't been easy either, holding onto hope, but she will. ]

... If you keep being the former, I'll be the latter.