Edward
She'd give him a slow, thoughtful nod, "I understand ." Was all that she replied. She turned her head over, giving him a look filled with pity and remorse as she continued her tone had a sadness, understanding and surprising empathy to it, "Just because you were raised for something doesn't mean you have to continue being *That.* That's your choice to make, no one else's. Do you truly want this? It's a life that'll deprive you of a lot."

She then turned her head back to the sea as she finished speaking, with a deep sigh as she shortly added on a line, "Be sure to never lose what's you, and what *They* Wanted you to be, if this what you want." Her voice was calm, with an almost comforting warmth to it. The woman didn't elaborate on *How* She seemed to understand so much of the man's pain, though the massive blade and missing eye perhaps were more than enough of a hint she wasn't far off from his line of work.

She lightly smiled, golden eye still watching the waves below, "Ishikawa. It's got a nice ring to it." The woman's voice and demeanor overall were surprisingly gentle.
Gina
*Ishikawa didn't know how she would understand, but it was nice to finally find a person who understood him without attempting to antagonize him for it. Ishikawa smiled sadly, sighing slightly.* 

"I... I'm not sure. I enjoy helping others... Making the world safer.. But.." 

*He shuddered, closing his eyes for a moment, as if he wanted to shut out the thought. His voice has a sense of defeat to it, as if he had already made up his mind, but couldn't bring himself to act upon it.* 

"...I just..." 
*He looked off at the port in the distance, a sense of longing crossing his face.* 

"I want to be able to see my family again." 
*Ishikawa didn't say anything as she continued, looking to her. The young mans face softened, nodding. He didn't have the words to give any sort of response, but the look on his face was enough. Ultimately, he was glad that they had met. It was something he needed to hear.* 

*Ishikawa glanced at the sea out of the corner of his eye, and he murmured softly, voice shaking slightly,* 
"Thank you.." 
*One could get the sense that he wasn't only thanking her for the compliment.*
Edward
"It's your choice to make. No one's stopping you from going back home, and I promise you won't be missing much out here." She'd keep her eyes on the sea as she spoke, "I can't make it for you, and no one else can either, no matter what they try."

The woman sighed, rolling her shoulders lightly, as she leaned back somewhat. She'd stretch her legs out over the edge of the cliff and support herself with an arm, her other simply resting in her lap as she turned her head slightly to his, "You don't need to thank me, I didn't do anything special that anyone else wouldn't." Her voice and expression remained kind as she'd flash him a light smile.

"I don't think your siren's here today, by the way." She'd shortly tack on, bringing the discussion back to what it had started on. "Or ever was, probably just some old wives' tale."
Gina
*Ishikawa looked at the ground somberly, murmuring,* 

"If I returned now I wouldn't be welcome... A disappointment, a **Failure**." 

*Ishikawa fought tears as he began to shake, seemingly distressed.* 

"I want to make them proud..." 
*He became quieter,* 
"I want them to love me..." 

*A single tear slipped past his defenses, falling down his face onto the grass below. He sniffled slightly, looking back at her.* 

"Y-you've just been so kind.. Most... Aren't." 
*He smiled weakly, still attempting to struggle against the tears that threatened to escape.* 

*Ishikawa shrugged at the mention of the siren, laughing slightly, running a hand through his hair,* 

"It was worth a try..."
Edward
The woman scooted over slightly to be closer to him as she noticed his more dire mood. She'd wrap an arm around him as she replied. "If they won't accept you for how you are, or pick you up when you fall down, then they're not family or people to worry about." Her tone was surprisingly still warm, although definitively firm. "Family are people who will pick you up when you're down and take care of you."

She'd tighten her grip on him, pulling him slightly closer. The woman shortly added onto her statement as she noticed his tear, "You don't need to make people proud if they only care about your accomplishments and not you, and those aren't the types of people you should worry about loving you or not either." She'd turn her head towards him, giving him a comforting smile and light squeeze.

"Things'll get better. You'll find people who'll actually care for you, I'm sure." She'd shortly add onto her response, as she slowly turned back to gazing at the sea.