[ She hears the meekness in his voice, the aimlessness to his words. Misa is sure he's all out of sorts - what with coming here straight from Venera, and being under the influence for so long, not to mention everything he'd been forced to relive again. For a while, she's silent, trying to reconcile all the conflicting emotions brewing within her— frustration at how easily he'd been able to push her out, sorrow that there hadn't been anything she could do to help him, anger that this had happened at all. She heaves an audible sigh. ]
I know you will. You know for next time now, right? Me, and Gen, too, probably... [ Where her hands are joined, her nail worries some of the skin on her ring finger, picking at it incessantly. ] We could help you...
[ Her own words seem meeker in turn, because she knows what it must sound like. She's a mostly normal person from normal Earth, dragged into a cosmic super war. What could she do to help him, if the need arose in a dangerous situation like what had happened in Venera? The answer is simple to her— she'd just figure it out. For someone close to her, nothing should be out of her ability to do. ]
And I'm not that mad, you just scared me is all... and not the stuff in your head, I mean. So you don't have to say sorry.
[ Misa kicks a rock on their path, likewise staring down at the ground as they walk. She'd only ever been scared for his sake— never about anything she'd happened upon while he was lost in the clutches of the Innocence. The only thing she hopes is that he knows that. ]
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I know you will. You know for next time now, right? Me, and Gen, too, probably... [ Where her hands are joined, her nail worries some of the skin on her ring finger, picking at it incessantly. ] We could help you...
[ Her own words seem meeker in turn, because she knows what it must sound like. She's a mostly normal person from normal Earth, dragged into a cosmic super war. What could she do to help him, if the need arose in a dangerous situation like what had happened in Venera? The answer is simple to her— she'd just figure it out. For someone close to her, nothing should be out of her ability to do. ]
And I'm not that mad, you just scared me is all... and not the stuff in your head, I mean. So you don't have to say sorry.
[ Misa kicks a rock on their path, likewise staring down at the ground as they walk. She'd only ever been scared for his sake— never about anything she'd happened upon while he was lost in the clutches of the Innocence. The only thing she hopes is that he knows that. ]