It was strange... at times, this place reminded her so much of home. But other times... well. Life in Gensokyo was often violent, and Yuka was comfortable with that, for in large part she was a creature of violence. (Although an outside observer might have argued the point, confusing hostility with violence.) But it was rarely cruel.
Here, it seemed that cruelty was always standing by, to be dispensed at whim. Or was it? Malice wasn't a requirement to do harm.
She didn't know enough. Perhaps in time she'd learn. But more likely, she'd just muddle through on instinct. She was trying to uphold the best traditions of home, wasn't she?
"... That's what you were talking about before, wasn't it? The thing that happens when someone goes below zero raks." (Having a negative amount of a physical object struck Yuka as a pretty strange idea, but she thought she'd grasped the practical point.)
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It was strange... at times, this place reminded her so much of home. But other times... well. Life in Gensokyo was often violent, and Yuka was comfortable with that, for in large part she was a creature of violence. (Although an outside observer might have argued the point, confusing hostility with violence.) But it was rarely cruel.
Here, it seemed that cruelty was always standing by, to be dispensed at whim. Or was it? Malice wasn't a requirement to do harm.
She didn't know enough. Perhaps in time she'd learn. But more likely, she'd just muddle through on instinct. She was trying to uphold the best traditions of home, wasn't she?
"... That's what you were talking about before, wasn't it? The thing that happens when someone goes below zero raks." (Having a negative amount of a physical object struck Yuka as a pretty strange idea, but she thought she'd grasped the practical point.)