[ Pivoting on the ball of her foot at the prompting, Sakura spins once. ]
You're right. [ It probably didn't need to be said, but she realizes that Jae-ha saw through her. Sai always knew when her smiles were fake, too. This is her way of acknowledgment.
She doesn't say so, but she will always put her comrades above herself. ]
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so grim while we're dancing. You're very good, by the way.
This isn't exactly the appropriate time to dance, either. [ What did they have to celebrate?
Yet, here he is. The existence of such a party might be in poor taste, offensive, even, but maybe he needed the distraction, too. He smiles lightly, despite the slight melancholy of the atmosphere. ]
You're not so bad, either. I never took you for a dancer, but you're full of surprises.
[ And there's the heart of things there. It's not an appropriate time to be dancing or drinking or having such an ostentatious affair when hundreds of people are barely cold in the ground. Yet she's here, because she knows that having a strong ally, a satisfied ally, can save countless more lives in the future of the war.
The knowledge only barely makes it easier to stomach. ]
Quite honestly, I assume most everyone I meet is a soldier, or a fighter of some kind. It's usually a safe assumption.
[ He wouldn't classify himself as one, but he's met many people who dedicate their lives to an army, or to a person. In that regard, he supposes he is one, too, as much as he hates the thought. ]
I guess I fit that criteria, in the broadest sense, too.
[ If only the Jae-ha from just a few months prior could hear him now. He supposes that despite whatever residual denial might be left, he is, for all intents and purposes, a warrior who fights on Yona's behalf. It's kind of funny, how he's made peace with it and accepted it, and it's not even relevant. His thoughts wander to her well-being, and he shakes his head lightly.
Instead, he reaches down to firmly rest his palms upon her waist, and in a dramatic crescendo of the song, lifts and spins Sakura into the air. ]
Before that, I used to be a pirate! The beautiful monster of Port Awa, is what they called me! [ No. Nobody called him that. Just himself. ]
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You're right. [ It probably didn't need to be said, but she realizes that Jae-ha saw through her. Sai always knew when her smiles were fake, too. This is her way of acknowledgment.
She doesn't say so, but she will always put her comrades above herself. ]
I'm sorry, I don't mean to be so grim while we're dancing. You're very good, by the way.
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Yet, here he is. The existence of such a party might be in poor taste, offensive, even, but maybe he needed the distraction, too. He smiles lightly, despite the slight melancholy of the atmosphere. ]
You're not so bad, either. I never took you for a dancer, but you're full of surprises.
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The knowledge only barely makes it easier to stomach. ]
What did you take me for?
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[ He wouldn't classify himself as one, but he's met many people who dedicate their lives to an army, or to a person. In that regard, he supposes he is one, too, as much as he hates the thought. ]
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What about you?
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[ If only the Jae-ha from just a few months prior could hear him now. He supposes that despite whatever residual denial might be left, he is, for all intents and purposes, a warrior who fights on Yona's behalf. It's kind of funny, how he's made peace with it and accepted it, and it's not even relevant. His thoughts wander to her well-being, and he shakes his head lightly.
Instead, he reaches down to firmly rest his palms upon her waist, and in a dramatic crescendo of the song, lifts and spins Sakura into the air. ]
Before that, I used to be a pirate! The beautiful monster of Port Awa, is what they called me! [ No. Nobody called him that. Just himself. ]
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[ Like. Does someone just decide they're going to be a pirate one day or what. ]