[ Truthfully, she's more than a little relieved that Naoto's been taking everything so well. Naminé steals a glance at her sidelong wondering how much of it's a matter of personality and how much it's previous experiences and feels a quiet sort of gratitude. ]
... Right. [ The way she says it, though, has a note of uncertainty; will they be alright? But she has a responsibility, doesn't she, to see this through. Naoto may be looking out for her, and yet, ] I'll-- try to watch your back.
[ She hopes that at the very least she might be able to recognize an illusion more readily. (There is, however, an unfortunate lack of any hard proof to support that being the case, and of course she worries it might be otherwise. Fooling someone else is one thing, but fooling yourself - she cares for that even less. There are implications that frighten her.) ]
[ Her head lifts slightly at the last portion, brows raising and then lowering, taking the corners of her mouth with them. Perhaps she ought to take it as a compliment - it certainly wasn't an unkind thing to say - and yet there is a subtle darkening to her expression. Her voice is right on the edge of wry when she speaks again. ] You aren't the first person to say something like that. [ It isn't proud. No, if anything, it's the opposite; that same kind of shame creeps into her words even as she adds, not unkindly, ] I suppose I should be flattered. [ There's a beat, and then she adds, perfunctorily but not insincerely, ] Thank you. I'm sure there are people who wouldn't have such nice words for it.
[ Not once does her pace falter, though, as she walks alongside Naoto. Naminé falls silent just for a moment, then adds, a little out of the blue, ] Were they a friend of yours? The other person, I mean.
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... Right. [ The way she says it, though, has a note of uncertainty; will they be alright? But she has a responsibility, doesn't she, to see this through. Naoto may be looking out for her, and yet, ] I'll-- try to watch your back.
[ She hopes that at the very least she might be able to recognize an illusion more readily. (There is, however, an unfortunate lack of any hard proof to support that being the case, and of course she worries it might be otherwise. Fooling someone else is one thing, but fooling yourself - she cares for that even less. There are implications that frighten her.) ]
[ Her head lifts slightly at the last portion, brows raising and then lowering, taking the corners of her mouth with them. Perhaps she ought to take it as a compliment - it certainly wasn't an unkind thing to say - and yet there is a subtle darkening to her expression. Her voice is right on the edge of wry when she speaks again. ] You aren't the first person to say something like that. [ It isn't proud. No, if anything, it's the opposite; that same kind of shame creeps into her words even as she adds, not unkindly, ] I suppose I should be flattered. [ There's a beat, and then she adds, perfunctorily but not insincerely, ] Thank you. I'm sure there are people who wouldn't have such nice words for it.
[ Not once does her pace falter, though, as she walks alongside Naoto. Naminé falls silent just for a moment, then adds, a little out of the blue, ] Were they a friend of yours? The other person, I mean.