Anyway, that's hardly the reaction she's used to. So nonchalant... she'll have to try harder in the future. It's like he's purposefully trying to be immune or something!!!!!!!!1 ]
I'm only telling the truth. [ About the legends, that is. Making herself comfy on the couch, she slips her eyes shut, still drowsy. ] Do you really think yourself so ordinary?
[ Said with an innocently curious tone — not one that's disbelieving. If that's really what he thinks, then she'd like to know. ]
[ Yingying pauses for a bit, smile growing quiet, while she tilts her head and looks at him. Studying him, really. ]
You know, on Bloomfete Street, there was a girl around my age named Peachy — she was really tough and strong and protected all the little kids from bullies. She loved wearing girly dresses and having her hair tied up. But people would make fun of her because of her body...
[ It might seem out of nowhere, this anecdote, but she has a point. ]
She didn't have anything "special" about her like that... powers, or mystical blood. She was just a girl with a good heart. But she was one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. I'll never forget her... there's something extraordinary in everyone.
He realizes, of course, that she's relating this story to offer him some reassurance that he's a little more special than he gives himself credit for, but instead, he can only picture his sister as this heroic, lionhearted Peachy.
He already got too weepy about her the evening before, and he's none too eager for a repeat, so instead he takes it in stride, offering a nod and a resigned chuckle instead. ]
Are you saying I have a good heart, Miss Yingying? You've only known me for a few days, you know, and I'm full of surprises.
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Anyway, that's hardly the reaction she's used to. So nonchalant... she'll have to try harder in the future. It's like he's purposefully trying to be immune or something!!!!!!!!1 ]
I'm only telling the truth. [ About the legends, that is. Making herself comfy on the couch, she slips her eyes shut, still drowsy. ] Do you really think yourself so ordinary?
[ Said with an innocently curious tone — not one that's disbelieving. If that's really what he thinks, then she'd like to know. ]
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Hm, me, a humble desert-dweller that now sits as one of the most powerful members in the Preservation's vanguard? Hardly. Buuuut —
[ That but is doing a lot of heavy lifting (not a euphemism). ]
I'm still only human! Of an ordinary age, with no remarkable powers or skills beyond my own inherent luck.
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You know, on Bloomfete Street, there was a girl around my age named Peachy — she was really tough and strong and protected all the little kids from bullies. She loved wearing girly dresses and having her hair tied up. But people would make fun of her because of her body...
[ It might seem out of nowhere, this anecdote, but she has a point. ]
She didn't have anything "special" about her like that... powers, or mystical blood. She was just a girl with a good heart. But she was one of the most beautiful people I've ever seen. I'll never forget her... there's something extraordinary in everyone.
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He realizes, of course, that she's relating this story to offer him some reassurance that he's a little more special than he gives himself credit for, but instead, he can only picture his sister as this heroic, lionhearted Peachy.
He already got too weepy about her the evening before, and he's none too eager for a repeat, so instead he takes it in stride, offering a nod and a resigned chuckle instead. ]
Are you saying I have a good heart, Miss Yingying? You've only known me for a few days, you know, and I'm full of surprises.
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[ True, she doesn't know for certain. She's not naive, and she's aware most of them are pretty much strangers, still. ]