Anna scoffs, but it's gentle, like she catches herself falling back on a default response before realizing that it's not what she really wants to say. "Don't worry about it. I came on pretty strong," she says like she stopped, "And you've got a lot going on anyway. Can't even say I blame you. Thanks for giving me a second chance to make a first impression."
It's a nice reminder, sometimes, that no matter how badly Retrospec wanted her to remember A2 and the legacy of people who came before her, nothing can really replace the firsthand experience. She likes Kainé much better in the flesh, standing before her, not a half-formed memory but an actual person. It's a chance to form her own memories, as Anna, whatever that might end up meaning.
"I do think you get it, though," she continues with a little less caution than she might otherwise need. "Better than anyone else here has so far. I think it would be pretty easy to find something we can both sing along to." God, just fucking say it already, Anna. "The kind of stuff we've been singing for years."
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It's a nice reminder, sometimes, that no matter how badly Retrospec wanted her to remember A2 and the legacy of people who came before her, nothing can really replace the firsthand experience. She likes Kainé much better in the flesh, standing before her, not a half-formed memory but an actual person. It's a chance to form her own memories, as Anna, whatever that might end up meaning.
"I do think you get it, though," she continues with a little less caution than she might otherwise need. "Better than anyone else here has so far. I think it would be pretty easy to find something we can both sing along to." God, just fucking say it already, Anna. "The kind of stuff we've been singing for years."