[ Some part of her wants to say sorry and apologize, but how else would she have explained this? 'Hi Marc, I'm gonna teleport you through space and you're gonna have to deal with it?' She still manages to cringe in her silence as he stumbles, as his hand slips from her own. That groan is all too familiar and she awkwardly draws her hand back as she watches him. Her voice is wildly unsure, only mildly apologetic (in a 'sorta feel bad but not enough to say it' kind of way) as she remarks just as softโ ]
Like ripping a band-aid.. Y'know?
[ (That's what her retainer taught her, on how to deal with the pain, anyway.)
His gaze stays firm on the sky and she feels inclined to join him. Doesn't see much of anything new before looking back down towards him, lets her hands rest fully (no longer touching that cornerstone) by her sides. ]
Yeah, though. This is Highstorm.. The entrance of it, anyway.
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Like ripping a band-aid.. Y'know?
[ (That's what her retainer taught her, on how to deal with the pain, anyway.)
His gaze stays firm on the sky and she feels inclined to join him. Doesn't see much of anything new before looking back down towards him, lets her hands rest fully (no longer touching that cornerstone) by her sides. ]
Yeah, though. This is Highstorm.. The entrance of it, anyway.