[He doesn't say anything for a while. For her--Sentinel Scuti, who's made clear her disdain for working with others, who finds Shu in particular particularly annoying--to be the one to say this, that he's not a burden and never has been...
It's enough of a surprise that it actually has a chance to sink in. Sentinel Scuti doesn't spare his feelings. If he accepts that premise, then what she's said must simply be the truth.
Holding on just a little tighter, Shu leans in close to her ear. If anyone somehow had eyes on them right now, they wouldn't be able to catch his lips move, screened as they are by the soft, dark, dream-scented cloud of her hair. If any of the enemy could hear like he can--but they can't. Even if they could, the wind their passage makes would protect his words, cradle them, bear them up, up, and away into the stars' distant silence.]
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It's enough of a surprise that it actually has a chance to sink in. Sentinel Scuti doesn't spare his feelings. If he accepts that premise, then what she's said must simply be the truth.
Holding on just a little tighter, Shu leans in close to her ear. If anyone somehow had eyes on them right now, they wouldn't be able to catch his lips move, screened as they are by the soft, dark, dream-scented cloud of her hair. If any of the enemy could hear like he can--but they can't. Even if they could, the wind their passage makes would protect his words, cradle them, bear them up, up, and away into the stars' distant silence.]
...Thanks, Shinonome-senpai.
[It means a lot to him.]