[It's... sweet, almost. And there's some sort of... something... that flutters in her chest every time she runs into someone who's so determined, despite the way the world works, to protect the innocent. Some soft reminder that the world is not, perhaps, as doomed as one might think.
Her hand slides from his shoulder, downwards until it's resting on his chest. She cocks her head to the side.]
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[It's... sweet, almost. And there's some sort of... something... that flutters in her chest every time she runs into someone who's so determined, despite the way the world works, to protect the innocent. Some soft reminder that the world is not, perhaps, as doomed as one might think.
Her hand slides from his shoulder, downwards until it's resting on his chest. She cocks her head to the side.]
Would you consider yourself an innocent person?