[That is so much trust you're asking, Marco. So much trust that she's not sure if she has. Not completely. How can she trust that you know better when you can't know? When you can't see how it used to be or feel the way all the ties are straining until she's not sure who they even are any more? Supporting doesn't seem to help. She never has the words and only...seems to make it worse.
She sighs.
She hates his words and loves them, too. They make her so weak. She wants to believe so much but she can't. She can't. Not completely. One of them has to remain unbroken no matter what hits. ]
I always lean on you.
[She comes toward him and presses her palm to his, sliding their fingers together]
Without you I think I would have lost my mind.
[Because he is the only one she knows won't bend. Even more than her nakama. And it hurts. And it shouldn't be that way. But it is Luceti. She gives him a lingering kiss and then says against his mouth]
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She sighs.
She hates his words and loves them, too. They make her so weak. She wants to believe so much but she can't. She can't. Not completely. One of them has to remain unbroken no matter what hits. ]
I always lean on you.
[She comes toward him and presses her palm to his, sliding their fingers together]
Without you I think I would have lost my mind.
[Because he is the only one she knows won't bend. Even more than her nakama. And it hurts. And it shouldn't be that way. But it is Luceti. She gives him a lingering kiss and then says against his mouth]
Goodnight, Marcchan.