Title: tru to thyself
Characters/Pairings: Mash, Jeanne D'Arc, Marie Antoinette
A/N: Ahhhhh, I hate this drabble, but since there is only one other person reading this, please bear with me.
Summary: Be true to thyself. The problem was, Mash didn't know who that was.
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"I don't know," Jeanne confessed quietly as they sat around the campfire. Her voice was so quiet, it was hard to hear over the sound of the crackling flames. "That other Jeanne…she might be right."
"You are a saint," Marie refuted sternly, shaking her head. She reached out and squeezed Jeanne's arm. "She is not you."
"Maybe." Jeanne didn't look convinced and Mash watched as she threw another stick into the fire. The flames flickered, their shadows dancing over her skin as she mulled over it. "I never felt that hatred, that rage. But maybe I didn't know myself all that well."
Mash kept quiet, not sure of what to say. Whether it was joy or hatred or sorrow, she had never even flirted with those emotions. It might be beyond her capacity to experience them, let alone confirm if Jeanne was right or wrong.
Be true to thyself, the saying went, but she didn't have a clue of who that was, on where to start. Before now, she never needed to and was content to remain that way.
Nearby, her senpai was fast asleep on the grass, worn out from the day's battles. It had changed when they met, she realized with a start. This desire to know, to change, to grow.
"Do you feel it now?" Mash asked, leaning closer to the pair. Maybe she wouldn't have the answers, wouldn't even be able to recognize them, but she could try. It was a step forward from the person she used to be.
And hopefully, it was a step closer to senpai.