[ boy, she sure does just say words. don doesn't know if she likes it or not... no, it reminds her a little of yi sang. it's fine. ]

Aye, they do. But that is... how did she put it. [ hold on, don's... taking out a little notebook. she has penned down good words here.

clearing her throat, don speaks unlike the way she has thus far, in a cadence that binah would be far more familiar with from a certain librarian she knows. ] "A lot of people can't believe in something they haven't witnessed yet, that's all. You either need to find someone who's seen it happen or had that belief from the beginning, or you need to show them it's worth believing in."

[ ... heehee. they still strike in her heart, that and many more... sharpening her blade and pointing it in the right direction, sticking to her beliefs no matter what (because they are, as far as one can tell, good (altruistic) beliefs) and anything that may come from that steadfastness is reward itself. paraphrased, there, but important. don's gaze is warm and fond as she looks at the words, then closes the notebook and sets it in her lap. ]

So I am going to show them that I am worth believing in, and in doing so that justice is worth believing in as well. What are thy thoughts on the subject?