[ Stopping mid-step, fingers just shy of the door, she glances back at him. It isn't difficult to get a gauge of his expression. It's somewhat she's seen too many times, across too many different people. He's frightened. So is she, truth be told. The smell of gunsmoke is hard to place, but it feels dangerous in a way she isn't used to.
None of it changes the fact that, real or not, past or present, people are dying. Firmly, she nods. Despite his fear, what she sees in his face convinces her. ]
I'll do my utmost to keep you safe.
[ Honour and chivalry before, uh, logic. It's the Lucina way. ]
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None of it changes the fact that, real or not, past or present, people are dying. Firmly, she nods. Despite his fear, what she sees in his face convinces her. ]
I'll do my utmost to keep you safe.
[ Honour and chivalry before, uh, logic. It's the Lucina way. ]