[ There's so much in the City that's useless, if they're focused solely on pragmatism and functionality. Hell, things like TVs, a full fridge, Imugi, air-conditioning -- Hei knows they could do without all that, too. But back home, the asceticism was a matter of necessity, not choice. Granted, he and Pai are hardly extravagant types. It's not in their natures to gravitate to frivolity. For another, there's a difference between Hei's streamlined self-denial, and Pai's minimalistic, Contractorly apathy. But ... ]
[ But he wishes she had something to call hers. Something to lay claim on, other than a strange, moody, volatile sibling who still doesn't know himself. ]
[ When she shrugs, he knows she's not changing the subject so much as dismissing it completely. He doesn't argue, though. It's one thing to be concerned about her isolation. It's another to force those concerns, those ideas of her, down her throat. Instead, with an exhale -- not defeated but conceding -- he straightens. ]
no subject
[ But he wishes she had something to call hers. Something to lay claim on, other than a strange, moody, volatile sibling who still doesn't know himself. ]
[ When she shrugs, he knows she's not changing the subject so much as dismissing it completely. He doesn't argue, though. It's one thing to be concerned about her isolation. It's another to force those concerns, those ideas of her, down her throat. Instead, with an exhale -- not defeated but conceding -- he straightens. ]
I'll see what I can find.