[ Her instinct is (or rather, would be, if she had the energy to do it) to reel away without letting him touch her. She's skittish at the best of times and now she's so full of frustration with nowhere for it to go that letting it burst out at Amiguchi seems like the only viable outlet for it.
But the soft, pained tone of his voice and the carefulness of his touch â as if she's the one who needs to be treated like a fragile, wounded thing and not him â makes all of it go cold and dead in her throat.
This isn't Amiguchi's fault. This isn't something she should be blaming on him, but her skin is still prickling with alarm and it's luck, pure luck that this didn't end in disaster.
This close, it's impossible to miss that Scuti is shaking too. ]
Don't do that again. Don'tâ don't make me think it's going to be the end of you again.
[ She can't ask him to promise that, of course not, but she can't stop herself asking. For all that she complains and makes a show of her disdain â where would she be without Shu Amiguchi? What would she do if something happened? Go back to hunting kaiju by herself again?
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But the soft, pained tone of his voice and the carefulness of his touch â as if she's the one who needs to be treated like a fragile, wounded thing and not him â makes all of it go cold and dead in her throat.
This isn't Amiguchi's fault. This isn't something she should be blaming on him, but her skin is still prickling with alarm and it's luck, pure luck that this didn't end in disaster.
This close, it's impossible to miss that Scuti is shaking too. ]
Don't do that again. Don'tâ don't make me think it's going to be the end of you again.
[ She can't ask him to promise that, of course not, but she can't stop herself asking. For all that she complains and makes a show of her disdain â where would she be without Shu Amiguchi? What would she do if something happened? Go back to hunting kaiju by herself again?
Could she even do that anymore? ]