Man, he really needed to grab some plates for them. He figured that would be a good enough way of distracting himself, of maybe figuring out just what it was he wanted to say about his family life and his own decisions. Ishida got up suddenly, putting out his hand to tell her that he would be right back and he walked into the other room. The sounds of him fiddling around in the kitchen would become clear to her, and before long he had come back with two plates for them both.
After he had resumed his seat he began to cut the pastry for the two of them.
"...I just... want to be something of use, something that isn't a doctor," he frowned to himself, knowing full well that that wasn't a good enough answer.
"...My dad always told me that being a quincy was useless and that being something more profitable like a doctor was better. I just can't agree to that at all."
Orihime had made to rise, but settled back in once she was stayed by his hand. Maybe he just needed time to think it over before answering. It did trouble her to think that she might be asking about things that were far too personal, but so long as he appeared willing to talk, then...maybe this was what he needed after all. It made her feel a little better, anyway.
She watched his face in quiet curiosity as he explained his feelings. If anyone could understand the innate desire just to feel useful, Orihime could. Especially when it felt like healing just wasn't enough. In that sense, they were far more alike than they realized.
"You kind of proved that it isn't useless, though, ne? You saved my life in Hueco Mundo, when Yammy was about to attack me. That's about as useful as it gets!" she smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head. "But I guess being a hero doesn't really pay any bills, if I have to be practical about it. It's a shame."
It wasn't as if she could just run around using her powers to cure cancer. She might be able to heal a few isolated incidents if she was very careful, but she wasn't crazy about winding up as an experiment herself if she got caught.
"You're wonderful at sewing," she pointed out, folding her arms on the table and shifting her weight to the other hip. "Maybe you could design clothes." A funny thought struck her, and she suddenly laughed aloud. "Ha ha! Maybe you can make doctor clothes incredibly fashionable!"
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After he had resumed his seat he began to cut the pastry for the two of them.
"...I just... want to be something of use, something that isn't a doctor," he frowned to himself, knowing full well that that wasn't a good enough answer.
"...My dad always told me that being a quincy was useless and that being something more profitable like a doctor was better. I just can't agree to that at all."
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She watched his face in quiet curiosity as he explained his feelings. If anyone could understand the innate desire just to feel useful, Orihime could. Especially when it felt like healing just wasn't enough. In that sense, they were far more alike than they realized.
"You kind of proved that it isn't useless, though, ne? You saved my life in Hueco Mundo, when Yammy was about to attack me. That's about as useful as it gets!" she smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head. "But I guess being a hero doesn't really pay any bills, if I have to be practical about it. It's a shame."
It wasn't as if she could just run around using her powers to cure cancer. She might be able to heal a few isolated incidents if she was very careful, but she wasn't crazy about winding up as an experiment herself if she got caught.
"You're wonderful at sewing," she pointed out, folding her arms on the table and shifting her weight to the other hip. "Maybe you could design clothes." A funny thought struck her, and she suddenly laughed aloud. "Ha ha! Maybe you can make doctor clothes incredibly fashionable!"