[Mikoto swallows as she looks back at him and sees that faint flash of fear in his eyes, the vague strain in his voice. Duh. Of course he'd be on edge. He'd been a prisoner all his life before he became a warrior. The last thing he'd want was to return to square one----sure, times had changed and even the most hardened of criminals were treated somewhat more humanely than in the past, but...it didn't change the fact that there was a possibility he'd never see the light of day again.
You're just lucky you're even alive, I bet. With this in mind, she has to be honest with him. She exhales a bit, crossing her arms and casting her gaze a little to the ground.] There's a chance, yeah. [And I know how you can get.] Look, Baroona...
[Another deep breath, and she tucks a bit of hair behind her ear. She knows how useless and helpless he must feel right now---Saten used to struggle with those feelings too, being powerless, a Level 0 herself; so desperate was she to feel useful and accepted that she turned to the Level Upper...
...And very nearly died.
Mikoto doesn't want that to happen to Baroona. She also knows he's used to brushing elbows with death, but...he can only be so lucky for so long.
She doesn't want to lose him. Not after he'd helped her so much.] ...I wouldn't make you do this otherwise.
[And with that, she kicks off the wall, takes a few steps toward him, and puts her one hand lightly on his shoulder, looking up at him somewhat awkwardly.] I mean...you trust me, right?
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You're just lucky you're even alive, I bet. With this in mind, she has to be honest with him. She exhales a bit, crossing her arms and casting her gaze a little to the ground.] There's a chance, yeah. [And I know how you can get.] Look, Baroona...
[Another deep breath, and she tucks a bit of hair behind her ear. She knows how useless and helpless he must feel right now---Saten used to struggle with those feelings too, being powerless, a Level 0 herself; so desperate was she to feel useful and accepted that she turned to the Level Upper...
...And very nearly died.
Mikoto doesn't want that to happen to Baroona. She also knows he's used to brushing elbows with death, but...he can only be so lucky for so long.
She doesn't want to lose him. Not after he'd helped her so much.] ...I wouldn't make you do this otherwise.
[And with that, she kicks off the wall, takes a few steps toward him, and puts her one hand lightly on his shoulder, looking up at him somewhat awkwardly.] I mean...you trust me, right?
[Or so she (secretly) hopes.]