[ Misato holds her breath as long as the silence reigns, bracing for the worst. Her hope is such a brittle thing that a sigh would send it crumbling into dust and all she has left is hope and a stubborn denial of death's constant call. She understands, but refuses to let it color her worldview lest it weakens her. ]
An honest salesman, are we?
[ A jest to further remove the conversation from the most fragile parts of herself. She plants her hands on her hips and lets out an exaggerated sigh, relieved tinged with exhaustion. ]
Don't worry about me. I know how to take care of myself.
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An honest salesman, are we?
[ A jest to further remove the conversation from the most fragile parts of herself. She plants her hands on her hips and lets out an exaggerated sigh, relieved tinged with exhaustion. ]
Don't worry about me. I know how to take care of myself.