[Her name is enough to soothe Utena, allowing Haru to soothe her anger as she brings sense into this conversation.]
Yeah... if anyone would know what to do, it would be Cassandra, right?
[Her voice is quiet and tired, her temper extinguished like a candle that drowned its flame in its own melted wax. She walks to the fridge to grab some cream (does Haru like cream with her tea? Well, there's cream, if she wants it), but as soon as she mentions Futaba, she can feel a stab of guilt. Futaba wouldn't want her to do something stupid, but... Futaba isn't a fighter. She's not helpless; she's clever and smart and talented, but she's the brains, not the brawn. Utena doesn't want to think about what could happen to her if Woden drags her into his business.
She doesn't slam the fridge shut, but she lets it close with more force than necessary]
But if there's anything I'd regret... I don't think there's anything I could do that I'd regret more than doing nothing.
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[Her name is enough to soothe Utena, allowing Haru to soothe her anger as she brings sense into this conversation.]
Yeah... if anyone would know what to do, it would be Cassandra, right?
[Her voice is quiet and tired, her temper extinguished like a candle that drowned its flame in its own melted wax. She walks to the fridge to grab some cream (does Haru like cream with her tea? Well, there's cream, if she wants it), but as soon as she mentions Futaba, she can feel a stab of guilt. Futaba wouldn't want her to do something stupid, but... Futaba isn't a fighter. She's not helpless; she's clever and smart and talented, but she's the brains, not the brawn. Utena doesn't want to think about what could happen to her if Woden drags her into his business.
She doesn't slam the fridge shut, but she lets it close with more force than necessary]
But if there's anything I'd regret... I don't think there's anything I could do that I'd regret more than doing nothing.