[... No. Hayame does not know the value of what she had seen in her vision and then hunted down in the field to return to Akua's hands. She does not guess how Akua will react to having it returned to her, because... Perhaps it can be blamed on how little she owned that mattered to her. She had been born and raised a slave, and she had never possessed anything of her own. Even when the Oracle looked through the time stream, it had apparently found nothing to taunt her with besides robbing her of her weapons.
But Akua... had things. The people Akua knew had things. And she...]
... You are welcome.
[Hayame watches somewhat strangely with the one dark eye left to her, briefly fascinated by the emotion right in the other woman's voice. It was that precious a thing? A... memento?]
The Oracle made it clear that you were the one it was meant for, but it did not impress why.
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But Akua... had things. The people Akua knew had things. And she...]
... You are welcome.
[Hayame watches somewhat strangely with the one dark eye left to her, briefly fascinated by the emotion right in the other woman's voice. It was that precious a thing? A... memento?]
The Oracle made it clear that you were the one it was meant for, but it did not impress why.