A smile lights Rikku's eyes when the offer of friendship is accepted, the one that accompanies it on her lips more subdued than those she's worn earlier due to the dark turn their conversation has taken. The outgoing girl has been isolating herself since her imprisonment, and found she has an unusual shortage of people to call friend. This was a nice way to start changing that.
"Hmm, that's strange, magic is so accessible in my world." Moving back to petting the kitten in her hands, Rikku ponders over what Terra said about fear, "That makes sense, my tribe back home, most of the world hates us. A lot of it is because they just needed someone to blame for everything that was wrong with the world I think, and we were different from the rest of them so that made us - easy to fear maybe? Because we seemed so different from them?" They weren't though, it was just outward things like dress, using technology instead of magic, that Yevon twisted to their advantage.
There's a slow blink, "What's an Esper?"
"I don't...I don't know what to do either" Things were so confusing with the Pilgrimage now, when she set out to save Yuna from the sacrifice it was so clear. "But I'm working on it. I'm not giving up. I'm not someone who gives up ever. As long as you keep trying, there's a chance you know?"
A brief moment of silence follows Terra's question, it seems almost cruel to talk in depth about having a father to an orphan. Rikku had always wondered what her life would be like had her mother not been taken however - and her newfound friend had asked.
"Hmm, I guess it depends a lot on the type of man your father is?" She can't imagine the years Yunie knew with Uncle Braska being anything like the ones she had with Cid, "The important thing though, is that they care about you. I was lucky - my pops is a good man. He was really protective, he looked out for me. He's a reckless guy, passionate - jumps into things without thinking." The two were a dangerous combination, Rikku always feared what Cid might do had she come to harm.
"He gave me my freedom though. He wanted me to be strong, taught me to stand up for what I believed in and not back down. We fought sometimes - families do that. We were just both really stubborn. In the end though, my old man always wanted what was best for me."
Images of the Al Bhed leader trapped in the Heran facility crept into her thoughts, tensing, she moved the kitten to her shoulder to return to the present, "You said you, knew a bit about your father?"
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"Hmm, that's strange, magic is so accessible in my world." Moving back to petting the kitten in her hands, Rikku ponders over what Terra said about fear, "That makes sense, my tribe back home, most of the world hates us. A lot of it is because they just needed someone to blame for everything that was wrong with the world I think, and we were different from the rest of them so that made us - easy to fear maybe? Because we seemed so different from them?" They weren't though, it was just outward things like dress, using technology instead of magic, that Yevon twisted to their advantage.
There's a slow blink, "What's an Esper?"
"I don't...I don't know what to do either" Things were so confusing with the Pilgrimage now, when she set out to save Yuna from the sacrifice it was so clear. "But I'm working on it. I'm not giving up. I'm not someone who gives up ever. As long as you keep trying, there's a chance you know?"
A brief moment of silence follows Terra's question, it seems almost cruel to talk in depth about having a father to an orphan. Rikku had always wondered what her life would be like had her mother not been taken however - and her newfound friend had asked.
"Hmm, I guess it depends a lot on the type of man your father is?" She can't imagine the years Yunie knew with Uncle Braska being anything like the ones she had with Cid, "The important thing though, is that they care about you. I was lucky - my pops is a good man. He was really protective, he looked out for me. He's a reckless guy, passionate - jumps into things without thinking." The two were a dangerous combination, Rikku always feared what Cid might do had she come to harm.
"He gave me my freedom though. He wanted me to be strong, taught me to stand up for what I believed in and not back down. We fought sometimes - families do that. We were just both really stubborn. In the end though, my old man always wanted what was best for me."
Images of the Al Bhed leader trapped in the Heran facility crept into her thoughts, tensing, she moved the kitten to her shoulder to return to the present, "You said you, knew a bit about your father?"