perfectmatch | week two

[... Abandoned. Ringo's expression grows a little more grim at that.]

... It is. It's a really beautiful story.

But you found out eventually, huh...? That... must've been a tough pill to swallow.

I think it would have been... if I hadn't been brought up the way I was.

[ She looks out to the tulip field, the breeze gently blowing her hair from her face. The fragrance of the flowers is strong, here, it's overpowering the own natural scent of her wisteria. Though she doesn't understand computers completely, she does comprehend that Ringo has had a difficult time understanding matters of the heart completely, so she tries to explain it in a way she might be able to envision. ]

I loved — still love my family. My moms, my aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters, everyone who lived on Bloomfete where I was abandoned... each person there was family to me. They took me in, raised me, loved me, and wished for my happiness from the moment I came into their lives. I didn't feel so sad when I found the note... it was more like I felt my moms' love for me.

[It's good of Yingying to perhaps overexplain a little, because not only does Ringo now understand a lot of those emotions, she especially doesn't understand the concept of parents, or being raised by others.

But she does understand family. Her sister is the most precious person in the world to her, and so when she looks at it through that lens, she thinks...]

I... think I get it. The fact that you were left behind didn't matter as much, because you already had a place where you belonged by the time you found out.

Right?

[ Her smile creases, and she nods in approval. ]

Yes... exactly.

[ If nothing else, she's glad the feeling got across to Ringo — and that she was able to relay true stories about what her family and village were like. She's the only one left, now, so the only way to keep their memory alive is for her to pass it on. ]

Although you aren't human, you must also have people or a place like that, to understand it so clearly. Hmm?

[Ringo hums a thoughtful note at that, and finally reaches out with a careful finger to touch the flower petals.]

Yeah, I do! I have my sister, Figue. And... my team back home! And... lately, all of you guys, too.

So you have a sister.... can't you tell me about her? How did you become sisters?

[ Her way of wording is intentional — she knows Ringo can't have been 'born' in the traditional way. And perhaps her sister is not even a computer herself, but a human. Her view of family is pretty abstract, and thus, assumes Ringo's might be, too. Truly, she looks more excited about this than anything else on their date... Ringo's family!! This is absolutely necessary information!!!!!!!! ]

[Oh! Yingying's interest is so sincere and sweet... it's gratifying. Ringo smiles in return, hand propped on her hip as she finally stands to not be crouched next to the flowers.]

We were both created at the same time. Kind of like we were made to be two halves of the same purpose--partners, you know?

But she's my sister, too. We're the only two people like us in the whole wide world.

[So that makes Figue irreplaceably special to Ringo.]

[ She'll join her in standing up, folding her hands behind her with elegance. Her smile is bright and earnest, hearing about Ringo's family — endeared and heart touched. Finding family, however you can, is one of the world's great treasures and blessings, in her opinion. ]

Mm, I'm glad you have each other. So long as you do, you're never alone, right?

[ Being the only person like herself might have been quite the isolating experience for Ringo... so, Yingying is relieved to hear there's another "soul" like her out there. Ringo deserves a place to belong, just like anyone. ]

Do you think she'll have fun watching you here?

[Oh, that question...

Ringo pauses for a moment, brow furrowing a little, arms crossing. She looks... just a little uncomfortable.]

I... hope so! I mean, she'll be happy for me and that I'm experiencing so many new things, but, ah...

[Hm, how to put this...]

... Figue's had some rough experiences with love.

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