08-02-2018, 11:36 PM
Cry was no healer. To her, healer was categorized into hero, and she was no hero either. She hated the spotlight. She was okay with saving people. She was okay with helping. She was okay with risking her life and well being for those she cared about. But... she always hated the praise she got from it. Sure. She was a selfless person (more like a depressed person with no self value) that was doing a good thing. She should be praised! But... It left a sick knot in the pit of her stomach. Like she was being held at a higher standard than she could fulfill. She had tiny little feet with huge shoes to fill. She simply just couldn't walk like that. At least not without floundering and falling flat on her face.
It was that reason why she only landed a few feet away, humming under her breath. She wouldn't be participating in the lesson but... With Atbash and Izuku being the village's local punching bags, she liked to be close by at all times, just encase. You never knew what jerk would waltz around the corner with a knife in this town. It truly wasn't safe at all but... She supposed that was becasue there was no sun here. How could anyone be happy without the sun?
I'm just watching... She muttered quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. She was caught in her own thoughts now, unable to think past her time in Cliffside. That truly was a safe place. Everyone knew eachothers name and they had huge potlucks on the beach. It was messy since most of the population didn't have stomachs, but everyone seemed to enjoy simply being together and spending time playing games on the hot, hot sand. It was... nice.
"SPEECH"