[Lisa blinks. After the earlier exclamation, she'd thought that would be the harder part, and there'd be a strange manzai routine where Lisa insists she's not going to bring harm to a young girl, even for comedic value when it wouldn't do any damage. No, this part is the more concerning one. She forces herself to relax and slow down a bit, even though something about this is setting off alarm bells in her head.]
I take Dreaming kinda seriously. You know that, I've harped on it before, I've had some nervous breakdowns over it, I see a therapist about it, it's how it goes. [She waves a hand in the air dismissively (negligently), as if that's not a strange statement, said with all the gravity of a grocery list.] So you're right, the next time a Disturbance comes up, I'm going to be there. And you're also right that I'd rescue anyone that needed it. But...
[How to put this in a way that won't make her own walls slam up behind her, but also won't be disrespecting Illya...?]
You're a little bit higher priority than that for me, Illya-chan. I want you to be safe. I want you to have a better school life than I did. And I want you to find the people and the things that make you happy. So if you do end up stuck in a Disturbance? Forget exams. Forget family. Forget dates. None of those things are as important to me as you, and I am coming in there if it's the last thing I do, screaming my head off to bring in everyone that'll listen to me. And either I'm dragging you out myself, or I'm beating up whatever put you in there in the first place while someone else does it. That's a promise.
[Her tone's been building into something thick and full of emotion as she goes; she still worries that really will happen. If not to Illya, to someone else she's close to. So she chokes up for a moment, swallowing to clear her throat. Even when she has, though, she doesn't continue; her thoughts are too jumbled after working herself up. She'll be okay in a minute, sorry, Illya.]
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I take Dreaming kinda seriously. You know that, I've harped on it before, I've had some nervous breakdowns over it, I see a therapist about it, it's how it goes. [She waves a hand in the air dismissively (negligently), as if that's not a strange statement, said with all the gravity of a grocery list.] So you're right, the next time a Disturbance comes up, I'm going to be there. And you're also right that I'd rescue anyone that needed it. But...
[How to put this in a way that won't make her own walls slam up behind her, but also won't be disrespecting Illya...?]
You're a little bit higher priority than that for me, Illya-chan. I want you to be safe. I want you to have a better school life than I did. And I want you to find the people and the things that make you happy. So if you do end up stuck in a Disturbance? Forget exams. Forget family. Forget dates. None of those things are as important to me as you, and I am coming in there if it's the last thing I do, screaming my head off to bring in everyone that'll listen to me. And either I'm dragging you out myself, or I'm beating up whatever put you in there in the first place while someone else does it. That's a promise.
[Her tone's been building into something thick and full of emotion as she goes; she still worries that really will happen. If not to Illya, to someone else she's close to. So she chokes up for a moment, swallowing to clear her throat. Even when she has, though, she doesn't continue; her thoughts are too jumbled after working herself up. She'll be okay in a minute, sorry, Illya.]