[Sophia is a little girl, one who's heard a lot of speeches from adults...but she rarely hears them from kids her own age. Especially with so much she doesn't know or understand.
The sentiment, however, she thinks she gets. Even if the words don't always connect, the expressions or phrases. It's one that...
...well. Even if she fully believes it, she won't say. She doesn't quite believe all of it...because that's not how it works sometimes. Sometimes, the good nice people who protect others, they die. They get killed. They get smashed with a baseball bat in front of the people who really love them.
That's just how it is.
But she doesn't want to fight, not anymore. She's tired and she's grumpy, and she's thinking a lot about home again. Home in Alexandria, where she at least had people she cared about and her daddy was still alive.
So she stays very quiet, and she taps her foot into the dirt, and Commandramon is still, at her side.]
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The sentiment, however, she thinks she gets. Even if the words don't always connect, the expressions or phrases. It's one that...
...well. Even if she fully believes it, she won't say. She doesn't quite believe all of it...because that's not how it works sometimes. Sometimes, the good nice people who protect others, they die. They get killed. They get smashed with a baseball bat in front of the people who really love them.
That's just how it is.
But she doesn't want to fight, not anymore. She's tired and she's grumpy, and she's thinking a lot about home again. Home in Alexandria, where she at least had people she cared about and her daddy was still alive.
So she stays very quiet, and she taps her foot into the dirt, and Commandramon is still, at her side.]