"I don't get it ..."

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She shifted to sit more cross-legged on the bed, facing each other.

"What I do ... it's like ... it's weapons. That's all it's good for. Yours ... you saved Hotoru, remember? And the ballet in the barn ..."

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Her hand finished with Sofia's hair, tucking the lock behind the other's ear and letting her palm rest for a second, cupping Sofia's cheek.

"But what if people got the wrong idea?" she murmured with no specific thought to what that idea might be.