[ And isn't that the problem? Ninety-Nine is always going to put herself before Hella. Now that she's seen what the virus can do to some of the other members of their troupe, who are similarly superhuman or otherwise, the certain fear that Ninety-Nine will at some point get hurt on her behalf has been gnawing a hole in her stomach, it feels. She draws back her hand, impishly pushing in to Ninety-Nine's hand as she checks her forehead. ]
I know.
[ She says in response, and while she smiles, it seems strained, maybe even a little sad. Since collaborating with Rustfire, seeing more and more casualties, it just doesn't sit right with her to be protected anymore, if it ever did. The feeling isn't defined in such clear terms in her mind; it's just a general sense of discomfort, one she's not sure she can explain to Ninety-Nine, no matter how closely their hearts are intertwined. Would she understand that Hella wants to protect her, too? She's sure her companion sees it something like simple fact that it's her duty to protect Hella, not the other way around.
Hella sighs, and it lacks whimsy and dramatism. ]
And yeah, so I think it's making me tired.
[ It's not, especially, but perhaps a bit selfishly, she just wants a reason to draw Ninety-Nine away from everyone else, to keep her close by her side for the rest of the night. In some ways, it's the same as usual; Hella tends to cling to Ninety-Nine like a buoy whenever she starts getting nervous about what might happen to her, stubbornly and relentlessly — just like she had when the MBCC had dared to try taking her away from her permanently. ]
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I know.
[ She says in response, and while she smiles, it seems strained, maybe even a little sad. Since collaborating with Rustfire, seeing more and more casualties, it just doesn't sit right with her to be protected anymore, if it ever did. The feeling isn't defined in such clear terms in her mind; it's just a general sense of discomfort, one she's not sure she can explain to Ninety-Nine, no matter how closely their hearts are intertwined. Would she understand that Hella wants to protect her, too? She's sure her companion sees it something like simple fact that it's her duty to protect Hella, not the other way around.
Hella sighs, and it lacks whimsy and dramatism. ]
And yeah, so I think it's making me tired.
[ It's not, especially, but perhaps a bit selfishly, she just wants a reason to draw Ninety-Nine away from everyone else, to keep her close by her side for the rest of the night. In some ways, it's the same as usual; Hella tends to cling to Ninety-Nine like a buoy whenever she starts getting nervous about what might happen to her, stubbornly and relentlessly — just like she had when the MBCC had dared to try taking her away from her permanently. ]
Aren't you, too? You got to have a big meal.