“Miss Tojiko… worries about me?” Whatever emotions her brain could process were conflicted. Why did she worry about Yoshika? Master never said anything like that, and she always says she cares about Yoshika… “But… why does Miss Tojiko worry about Yoshika?”
Despite the heavy handed question, Yoshika shoves another onigiri down her gullet, complete with noisy chewing. “Apologies, Miss Tojiko, but I… don’t really understand. Master has never said such a thing, worrying about me or anything like that. Why is Miss Tojiko worried?”
"...Is there something the matter with it?"
The ghost begins to frown, perturbed by the jiangshi's confusion. Was the concept of worry a bit too complex for her to someone like her to comprehend?
"You are... an important comrade. Your well-being is just as important as anyone else's... and as such, I worry about whether you are comfortable in your state or not." She lifts the hem of her skirt slightly, allowing her ghost tails to flicker out underneath.
"...It took me some time to get used to the absence of my legs, but I eventually got used to them... but the circumstances are much more harsh for you."
At this, her face seems to wrench up in a fit of frustration. Tojiko is actively aware that she shouldn't be the first person that should be worrying about Miyako's well-being. She wasn't the one that made this girl into a convenient and dutiful living corpse.
Static sparks off of her as the ghost begins seethe even more internally.
"It may simply be that she has confidence in your skill to defend yourself, but she is simply too carefree with everyone -- and you especially -- for me to like her." And carefree is one thing that Tojiko is incapable of relating with.
"You've been lonely all this time, and that woman no where to be seen, the uncommitted strumpet that she is."
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