Pyrrha pats the dashboard lovingly. "That's right." Since it's here and hers. It's not like the truck can be pushed to do better.
"You don't get that relationship by looking," Pyrrha says, "You get it by doing. Doing the work. Doing the relationship. It may have fallen into our laps to some degree, but we made it work. It was the end of the fucking world. Talk about stressors. That doesn't just work because we're soulmates. We're soulmates because we worked."
As for again, well—
"I've never searched for it. Three people in ten thousand years, Sharon. If I stumble upon it, and it happens, something that could be more than flirting, huzzah. I'll go for it. I'm not going out of my way looking for it though. I've got plenty of important relationships right here."
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"You don't get that relationship by looking," Pyrrha says, "You get it by doing. Doing the work. Doing the relationship. It may have fallen into our laps to some degree, but we made it work. It was the end of the fucking world. Talk about stressors. That doesn't just work because we're soulmates. We're soulmates because we worked."
As for again, well—
"I've never searched for it. Three people in ten thousand years, Sharon. If I stumble upon it, and it happens, something that could be more than flirting, huzzah. I'll go for it. I'm not going out of my way looking for it though. I've got plenty of important relationships right here."
Pyrrha looks at Sharon.