birds are dumb.
never a moment without a witty remark from her , is there ? it takes a moment to identify that she is not directing the insult towards you , not exactly . for she knows that no longer are you any bird . you may fly as high as you please , but it’s no use if you are not free . if anything , you are caged , stagnant under the pressures others have placed on you . at most , you are a decoration in a cage . so there’s no need to send your ire right back to her . you’re afraid you may upset whatever delicate balance the two of you have built . “ ah , is it a french thing to think so ? ” you respond , cooly , seemingly not giving her the time of day , “ or perhaps , it’s a you thing , saijo-san . ”
