When the old man does not meet her with aggression, she decides it's safe to fold her body down gently into a sitting position. There, she turns her pink watch to the stars that glittered just outside of the broken boards. The only indication that she is listening to the male's words is a single ear ticked back in his direction, taking in the wisdom of eleven years.
He tells her that he has no intention of dying out like a dwindling flame, slowly weakening until there is no longer any heat or light but only a fleeting wisp of black smoke to tell of an entire lifetime. He is going to leave the world fighting. Leera smiles gently at the sky at these words -- an attitude such as his has always been something she's respected. Admired, even. "A noble cause, to live out your days until the very end. I intend to do the same."
Death has always been something Leera has lived remembering. It's the ultimate end, the finality of everything, and it could be noble or it could be selfish or even cowardly. Which would hers be? She frowns slightly thinking of death, and a familiar unease washes over her. And still, she is years and years younger than the other soul in the room. "Can I tell you something?"
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Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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