[ That he mentions not knowing where things stand for the future makes her frown. That's not fair. He and Mako just saved the world, aren't they at least supposed to get compensation for risking their lives? They deserve a place of their own at least, or secure jobs now that the kaiju are gone ( are they, really? she wonders at that because it might just be her mind and having read so much science fiction growing up but - how sure are they that the kaiju won't return? )
She doesn't know if she can offer a place in their home - she knows she should want to, Raleigh is Yancy's closest connection to the father she never knew, but the truth is... Naomi is scared. She thought she'd shut the book on her feelings for Yancy Becket when she'd finished her piece, won the Pulitzer and put the framed copies of both on her shelf. Letting Raleigh in would mean opening up the avenue to talk to her little girl about the man who shares her name and it shames Naomi to know that whatever she can tell her daughter is already in her work - accounts and photographs, all second-hand information because what did she know of Yancy? What memories did she have but the way the leather of the car seats warmed, the weight of him on her, the way that she'd felt when he'd held and kissed her.
No. Those aren't things she can tell her daughter, not yet, not now when she's so young. For now, those memories are hers and hers alone. ]
Miss Mori seems like a remarkable woman. I caught a glimpse of her once, two years ago while I was interviewing Marshal Pentecost. [ She fidgets by picking idly at her nails - an old habit she never got rid of, a carry-over from her teenaged years. ] She was putting flowers on Tamsin Sevier's grave.
[ She's quiet awhile, take a breath before she murmurs: ] She doesn't know.
She's a sweet little girl who never pressured her mother into telling her about her dad, and I am grateful for that because I honestly don't know what to tell her. I have my sister and my parents to thank for spoiling her as much as the have, for giving her a great childhood. But she's got a good head on her shoulders and she loves to read and is obsessed with anything to do with the PPDC, it's bound to come out one day. [ She feels helpless, Raleigh. She didn't think about what it would mean if she ran into you. Didn't think the world was that small. ]
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She doesn't know if she can offer a place in their home - she knows she should want to, Raleigh is Yancy's closest connection to the father she never knew, but the truth is... Naomi is scared. She thought she'd shut the book on her feelings for Yancy Becket when she'd finished her piece, won the Pulitzer and put the framed copies of both on her shelf. Letting Raleigh in would mean opening up the avenue to talk to her little girl about the man who shares her name and it shames Naomi to know that whatever she can tell her daughter is already in her work - accounts and photographs, all second-hand information because what did she know of Yancy? What memories did she have but the way the leather of the car seats warmed, the weight of him on her, the way that she'd felt when he'd held and kissed her.
No. Those aren't things she can tell her daughter, not yet, not now when she's so young. For now, those memories are hers and hers alone. ]
Miss Mori seems like a remarkable woman. I caught a glimpse of her once, two years ago while I was interviewing Marshal Pentecost. [ She fidgets by picking idly at her nails - an old habit she never got rid of, a carry-over from her teenaged years. ] She was putting flowers on Tamsin Sevier's grave.
[ She's quiet awhile, take a breath before she murmurs: ] She doesn't know.
She's a sweet little girl who never pressured her mother into telling her about her dad, and I am grateful for that because I honestly don't know what to tell her. I have my sister and my parents to thank for spoiling her as much as the have, for giving her a great childhood. But she's got a good head on her shoulders and she loves to read and is obsessed with anything to do with the PPDC, it's bound to come out one day. [ She feels helpless, Raleigh. She didn't think about what it would mean if she ran into you. Didn't think the world was that small. ]