[He purses his lips tightly, taking in those words and mulling them over. After a bit he reaches out to take her hand again, weaving their fingers together and looking at her intently.]
I don't care if you're immortal, or can't be killed like most people, or don't bleed or whatever... I don't want to ever see you get hurt if I can help it. And that definitely includes any blade of mine.
[He can't remember it too well, but she'd been hurt, when he woke up still dazed and out of it after the Fetter incident. Nothing had been around them to hurt her except him, so... it probably was him. Her form being damaged meant she'd had to reveal the truth of herself, maybe before she was ready. Knowing how uncomfortable she is with that... he really doesn't want to be the cause of that. Not again.]
You're welcome, but also... I'll keep reminding you, if you've gotta hear it.
[ Her hand welcomes his, and after a few moments of appreciating his words and the intent behind them, she can't help but say the same: ] You, too, you know.
Your abilities are incredible and breathtakingly powerful. [ Not that she's seen the full extent of them, either, but just the little amount she has seen, and the power she feels from him, she's under the impression that he's holding back a lot. ] But I still don't want to see you hurt. [ By others, or by her own power.
Although, she's sure that he's had others say that to him his whole life, and she hopes that her saying it one more time isn't so much of a burden to him. For her, though, this is relatively new. ]
Mm... lucky for you, I don't like getting hurt, turns out.
[Generally, as a rule, he tries to avoid it. It just sort of happens sometimes. He appreciates the sentiment nonetheless, giving her hand an appreciative squeeze.]
Let's just do our mutual best to not get each other or ourselves hurt then, okay? A couple of cool powerhouses like us should be able to manage that much.
[ Easier promised than done, probably. That's the problem with power, it only lends to an air of capability-- Addam's words always ring true. It's up to them to be careful, and not simply depend on prowess only. And, it's not as if she can't worry about him.
...But she can accept this. Promises carry hope, and she hopes he won't be hurt by her. (Hasn't she already promised this?) ]
Let's. [ She concludes with a small smile, echoing his gesture by giving a small squeeze in return, assured that she has two things to give him, going forward: lessons in car-flying, and assistance with his armiger. Two seems not enough, but for now, it is. ]
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I don't care if you're immortal, or can't be killed like most people, or don't bleed or whatever... I don't want to ever see you get hurt if I can help it. And that definitely includes any blade of mine.
[He can't remember it too well, but she'd been hurt, when he woke up still dazed and out of it after the Fetter incident. Nothing had been around them to hurt her except him, so... it probably was him. Her form being damaged meant she'd had to reveal the truth of herself, maybe before she was ready. Knowing how uncomfortable she is with that... he really doesn't want to be the cause of that. Not again.]
You're welcome, but also... I'll keep reminding you, if you've gotta hear it.
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Your abilities are incredible and breathtakingly powerful. [ Not that she's seen the full extent of them, either, but just the little amount she has seen, and the power she feels from him, she's under the impression that he's holding back a lot. ] But I still don't want to see you hurt. [ By others, or by her own power.
Although, she's sure that he's had others say that to him his whole life, and she hopes that her saying it one more time isn't so much of a burden to him. For her, though, this is relatively new. ]
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[Generally, as a rule, he tries to avoid it. It just sort of happens sometimes. He appreciates the sentiment nonetheless, giving her hand an appreciative squeeze.]
Let's just do our mutual best to not get each other or ourselves hurt then, okay? A couple of cool powerhouses like us should be able to manage that much.
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...But she can accept this. Promises carry hope, and she hopes he won't be hurt by her. (Hasn't she already promised this?) ]
Let's. [ She concludes with a small smile, echoing his gesture by giving a small squeeze in return, assured that she has two things to give him, going forward: lessons in car-flying, and assistance with his armiger. Two seems not enough, but for now, it is. ]