Kite chuckled at first, "My choice was made a long time ago. A Foe must be Fought." Perhaps sensing some element of Kanoe's discomfort, she turns away, "Even knowing that's what they -want-, i cannot stop. Can never stop."

Suddenly Kite's demenour changed, and she turned back to face Kanoe. While her expression had been a searching one, hungering for what information Kanoe could give. It still was, but now she was looking at Kanoe herself, for what, who could say? And when she spoke her voice was much less agressive, softer, and a little higher pitched. "i won't ask if you're alright, that'd be insulting, no one who's seen ever is. But...can i help?"

She reached out tentatively, reaching to put a hand on Kanoe's shoulder if the other woman didn't pull away. "The battle might never end, but there are times for more than fighting."

Instead of answering Kanoe's question, Kite asked one of her own. Something in the woman's voice made the witch look up. She could feel the warmth in the student's hand through the thin material of her robe. When was the last time she had warmth like this without leaving her mind in a daze and in complete confusion? No, thinking about it would only bring the fog back into her mind. The woman was concerned for her but there was no hope for her anymore.

"There is no need to worry about me," Kanoe replied with a faint smile, "My fate was decided long ago. Just discussing the matter forced me to think back on things I should not have. There is nothing you can do to change it but that is fine. I accepted it. I just... Some nights I do not want to think anymore." The witch brought a hand rested it over Kite's. She gave it a soft squeeze as she lowered her gaze. Kanoe was uncertain where this would lead though she certainly had some ideas. At this point, she did not care what happened as long as it took her mind on her failures.

Kite squeezes Kanoe's shoulder under her hand, managing a smile, "Mine as well, but any fate, no matter how foul, is in the future. Well, mine ended up moving up a bit, and turned out not to be so bad as i'd thought it would be. If you know your fate, i'm guessing there's more than a few similarities."

"There's no crime in wanting to escape from pain, from self, from hate." If Kanoe didn't stop her, Kite would shift her hands from the squeeze to a gentle hug. "As long as you're willing to come back to yourself, some might even say such escapes are important, even vital to have."

She would not ask what fate Kite was given. There was a small chance it was nowhere near as horrible as her own. But like Kite said, it was not so bad. Miss Saika took care of her. The pain only came when she made a mistake or otherwise failed her. If she was good, she was rewarded. Gifts came to her often and there was of course the intense mind numbing pleasure.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Kite's arms wrapping gently around her. Kanoe's full breasts pressed up against the woman's chest. Her heart throbbed through those luscious mounds as the allowed her arms to wrap around the other woman. If she were standing, she would have already been resting against this woman. Perhaps it was stupid to let things go like this with a complete stranger. But Kanoe did not care anymore. "There is not much of myself to come back to," she replied, "I just want to rest for a bit. This place is... tiring at times."

"At times? Most of them, i would think." Kite started stroking Kanoe's back as she returned the hug, oh, Kanoe's breasts squeezing against hers felt good, but there were more important concerns than the physical right now, though physicality was probably how they would be addressed.

"If you think there's not enough you in you, why not take those things you feel are truly impossible to change as a cornerstone to build upon? If they cannot be changed, make them something you want, and they cannot be taken from you." Kite kept rubbing Kanoe's back, squeezing gently, a soft massage entwined with the hug. "There is no reason for us to live only as victims."

What Kite said was essentially what she had been doing. She continued her life but with the added fact that her freedom was no longer hers. Of course, that did not mean other monsters would not come along and have their way with her as well. But at least, the witch did not have to worry about being stuck with any of them or at least she hoped that will not happen.

The raven haired woman did not really care for being lectured. But the woman's fingers digging into her back felt good. The witch sighed softly before stirring a bit. "Leaning over to hold me like this must not be comfortable," she said, "Would you prefer me to be somewhere more... accessible?" Of course, if Kite just wanted to half hug half massage her back then who was she to provide an alternative? Just being contact with someone was pleasant in itself.

Kite giggles somewhat childishly, "What i'd prefer? i'm not really used to thinking about that. But i probably ought to learn how..." Rather than elaborate, she does so, while continuing to knead Kanoe's back.

"Hmm, the sofas are all in the common room, too exposed... beds have too many habits tied to them, don't want to do that unless we both want where it'd probably go. Any movies or anything like that you find relaxing? That needs snacks, but snacks are usually easy to come by. Vending machine on the fourth floor, they never put evil robots in it because they run tutorials in that common room so sometimes faculty use it." It's difficult to believe this is the same woman who was talking about infinite unending battle a few minutes ago now nattering on about essentially having a private slumber party.

The tone suddenly shifted again. The woman was still giving Kanoe a light massage but she seemed rather cheerful now. Instead of a series of questions about magic and theory, the student seemed to be pondering to herself before sending a few questions in the witch's direction. "I... I don't watch movies," Kanoe replied, still a bit off guard by the change. Her eyes closed as those fingers dug into a knot of muscle. Her body tensed as she gasped softly. It came to no surprise that the witch was wound up tight due to all her time on the island with little comfort or relief. She really had no idea what to suggest as the woman talked of more casual ideas.

"Mmmn.." Kite grunted a little, pushing harder on that particularly tight ball of tension, "i've never really watched movies much, either. Always work work work, or violence violence violence... Well, there's been more than that lately, but still no movies. Hmm... i wonder if Mistress likes movies? No point speculating. That's not my job. Boardgames? Do you like boardgames? It's just, well, you NEED to relax, you're, like, maybe a few weeks from dislocating something back here, you're so tense."

In contrast with her intensely guarded words earlier, Kite did not appear to notice that she's said something that maybe she shouldn't have, then again, she WAS quite good at massaging a back, would Kanoe notice?

"Ahh!" The witch's body arched, pushing her chest harder against Kite. The moment the woman found a spot of tension, she zeroed in on the spot and began to relentlessly work the stress point. This woman was doing rather well even in this less than favorable position to do a massage from. Kanoe's body trembled, unable to do much while in the chair. But even while tension and relaxation rolled through her body and clashed in battle, the title 'Mistress' reached her ears. It came out of nowhere and Kanoe was not certain she even heard it herself. Was this person enslaved already? It could be but... It was not her place to ask. The witch could not help but tense up a bit at the thought that this woman was serving some monster on the island.

"N-Never played..." she stammered, trying to answer the other question. The witch had little care for boardgames. To play such things required friends which she never had any while she was younger and even now she had very few that were still around. "I... I'm fine... R-Really," she half groaned as Kite continued to knead her back. The witch tried to stand up but it was unlikely Kite would even allow her to do so while wound up like this.

"Uhh huhhhhh" Kite drawled sarcastically, and indeed, refused to let go, still rubbing some, "If you're fine, i have a clear, perfect, and unmarred complexion suitable for the modelling industry." After a brief pause while continuing to work Kanoe's back, each knot released of course revealing the positions of smaller ones that it had been concealing, Kite added, "Modelling for something other than advertising reconstructive cosmetic surgery."

"Come on, you must do -something- to relax. Comfort food? Everybody likes to eat. There's a badass icecream place down in the minimall that wasn't there back when i was an undergrad, does this ridiculous oversizes 'sharealike sunday' that's got, like, twelve flavours of icecream in it and more sprinkles than you can shake a confetti cannon at."

Whoever this person was, it was not the Kite who came to the witch's door. Everything was different. The only thing that was the same was the shell that continued to hold her. There was not much that the witch did to relax. When her lover was still with her, they certainly had means to pass the time but such things generally involved long nights of sex. Now, she was alone and her time while her roommate is here seemed to be lost in a haze in the back of her mind. One thing was for certain though, she did not pass the time by gorging herself on icecream like a broken hearted teenager.

"At least let me get up," she frowned, "Nngh! I usually work out or swim, I guess." Studying magic was all Kanoe had. The thought of spending time doing other things when her powers were still lacking and inexperienced never came across her mind. Working out and stretching was something she did due to Miss Saika's request to keep her body physically fit at all times. Working on her body did make satisfying her Mistress alot less stressful on her own body in the long run. Beyond that though, she was a dark witch who hid here in her dark room throughout her semesters. She had no interest in going out and seeing new people or things. Kanoe had more than enough encounters with 'things' out here on this island.

Kite does reluctantly let go and let Kanoe get up, watching critically how she moves, "...and put even MORE strain on your muscles. Whoever you push yourself so hard for, if you work yourself to death, what's it help? Any spring that never uncoils soon breaks. Shatters. Into a million million pieces of tiny bits of sharp metal that wedge in under the fingernails and though it's not bleeding you can't get it out and they fester and, there's really no upside to the entire process. ....i got lost there. Springs! Uncoiling! The last time i saw a back THAT knotted up was... uhm, on a dead guy. Which is kinda my point!"

Finally, the witch was able to stand up at least. It would certainly be easier to massage the woman's back if she were laying down or at least have Kite be behind her rather than awkwardly wrapping her arms around the well endowed woman. Kanoe huffs and crossed her arms infront of her. She could not believe that her body would suddenly shatter like a metal spring. "Hmph... As you can see, I am very much alive," the dark witch replied, "But since you seem to know so much about this, what do you suggest we do? You know as well as I that this island is hardly relaxing." Though her body was wound up, the witch did move with grace and posture. She had learned how to properly sit, kneel, and move by Miss Saika and it was expected she kept up appearances.

Kite stands up as well, stepping closer to Kanoe, "Speakin as having been made dead a couple times here... that only sticks if they let it. No reason to rush for the reaper's arms, though. Hmm... music? Any music you like? i mean, i have GOT to try to sort out your back a lot more, least i can do for you puttin up with all the questions and stuff. Plus, stopping halfway is, like, actualyl worse than not doing it, your shoulders are going to be hell itself in the morning if you don't let me finish. Well, when i say hell, i obviously don't mean the actual, burning hell, but just really really hurty. The actual burning hell tends to involve more everywhere pain rather than localized. And cookies! Uh, the cookies are about relaxing, not about hell. Relaxation always works better with cookies." Kite pauses briefly with an expression of deep contemplation. "...hell MIGHT also be better with cookies."