[It isn't fine. There is nothing acceptable into doing to him what she hates to have done to herself, and yet--
And yet.
She has no more words to dirty on the air until the train is before her, but rather than slow, Lenalee's gait picks up further. Enough time has been wasted, and that wound shall not close itself.]
Here, get on, get on.
[At least she's letting him down onto his own two feet, now.]
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And yet.
She has no more words to dirty on the air until the train is before her, but rather than slow, Lenalee's gait picks up further. Enough time has been wasted, and that wound shall not close itself.]
Here, get on, get on.
[At least she's letting him down onto his own two feet, now.]