( did she say too much? here she was hoping for "oh, that's nice miss furina that you want to be helpful in ways that you failed before", but that's not what she gets. instead, she's given something so unfamiliar and unusual that she turns her head to look at arlecchino to try and find what reason she's posing that question.
what it's like to be... a child... that's not something she can easily answer. thinking over the groups of children she's seen through her years as an immortal, she's never actually experienced that sort of freedom. upon her creation, it's not like she was a concept that started off as a child, she was probably a small whimsical idea in focalor's mind. outside of it, she was like this, has always been like this, and so the answer is obvious with how long furina keeps herself quiet. )
E-Excuse me!! ...Let me think about it! ( she already knows, that's why she was silent, but she doesn't know what sort of answer arlecchino is looking for. is that the curiosity of someone finally realizing that furina is an odd character implemented in the story line of the world who should have never existed? )
But what of you! Since you want to bring up childhoods...
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what it's like to be... a child... that's not something she can easily answer. thinking over the groups of children she's seen through her years as an immortal, she's never actually experienced that sort of freedom. upon her creation, it's not like she was a concept that started off as a child, she was probably a small whimsical idea in focalor's mind. outside of it, she was like this, has always been like this, and so the answer is obvious with how long furina keeps herself quiet. )
E-Excuse me!! ...Let me think about it! ( she already knows, that's why she was silent, but she doesn't know what sort of answer arlecchino is looking for. is that the curiosity of someone finally realizing that furina is an odd character implemented in the story line of the world who should have never existed? )
But what of you! Since you want to bring up childhoods...