[ Something about that near-rebellous agitation within Ange seems to die down at that. Usually she would argue this more, saying that it won't help, or that she won't just leave him alone, but.. it feels hard to argue in the face of the other's desperation. If she keeps standing here, then she might only make him more worried.
So Ange does take a step backwards. Then two. She isn't all the way with her back to the wall, but she's at least a little closer to it now, putting him between her and the big doors on the other side of the arena.
She just hopes it's enough to soothe this particular concern of his a tad. ]
.. Shiro, it's.. okay.
[ Not really okay, but-- ]
This is just a memory. This isn't really happening right now. [ Or at least Ange hopes it works that way. She hasn't been in a memory yet where she ran the risk of actually getting hurt, but she figures that it'd be really weird for her to get hurt in something that isn't really happening in that very moment. ]
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So Ange does take a step backwards. Then two. She isn't all the way with her back to the wall, but she's at least a little closer to it now, putting him between her and the big doors on the other side of the arena.
She just hopes it's enough to soothe this particular concern of his a tad. ]
.. Shiro, it's.. okay.
[ Not really okay, but-- ]
This is just a memory. This isn't really happening right now. [ Or at least Ange hopes it works that way. She hasn't been in a memory yet where she ran the risk of actually getting hurt, but she figures that it'd be really weird for her to get hurt in something that isn't really happening in that very moment. ]