👄 + Miya Takahashi
Maybe it was odd but at the thought of Miya Luc’s lips twisted into a rueful smile that was as tinged by pride as it was tinged by regrets. His voice was softer, after a sip of tea, before he spoke, a glance over to the sleeping shamisen atop a corner of his desk.
“Miss Takahashi... we met in an alleyway in Ul’dah when I wasn’t in full possession of my senses and our second meeting wasn’t even that polite - I disliked being tied up to a rather unpleasant series of bombs in the Enclave. But Miss Takahashi is someone who I... believe in, is that odd? I don’t pretend to understand what she has gone through, or her family, her history - but the struggle and the honest disbelief that she had when not every hand turned against her... that feeling I do know.
“As much as possible I want to offer her a hand. I can’t do much for her other than believe-” He gestured towards the shamisen atop his desk with a rough smile. “But when I can, I do intend to show her appreciation.”
