[She'd argue that this time is different—this time, she knows what Sephiroth is capable of, and it's much more than some stalker woman ever was, but... she'll let him have that one. He has a point, and she's in no position to argue it.
Besides, she's not sure what she would do if he got hurt again on account of her. It had happened once already, and that was more than enough for her.]
Next time, I might not be there to save you.
[But she doesn't feel like talking about it anymore. About that—the time when he'd turned into that small pup, and she had to carry him in her arms to safety. To have that happen and leave him so vulnerable... she doesn't want to think about it happening again.
So, rather than give him the chance to contest that, she leans over to pick up a piece of cheese...
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Besides, she's not sure what she would do if he got hurt again on account of her. It had happened once already, and that was more than enough for her.]
Next time, I might not be there to save you.
[But she doesn't feel like talking about it anymore. About that—the time when he'd turned into that small pup, and she had to carry him in her arms to safety. To have that happen and leave him so vulnerable... she doesn't want to think about it happening again.
So, rather than give him the chance to contest that, she leans over to pick up a piece of cheese...
And stuffs it between his lips.]