[Catching herself before the words leave her mouth, the girl goes silent. His words cut straight through her like a knife; a sudden reminder of her own harsh words.]
[Guilt-ridden and defeated, Pyrrha lowers her head; turning to leave the roof as instructed...]
[...But then, she stops.]
....
No. [The word was spoken so softly that it was barely audible. And then, with a clenched fist and a knot of worry in her stomach, the girl turns to repeat herself.] No... I.... I wont leave yet.
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[Catching herself before the words leave her mouth, the girl goes silent. His words cut straight through her like a knife; a sudden reminder of her own harsh words.]
[Guilt-ridden and defeated, Pyrrha lowers her head; turning to leave the roof as instructed...]
[...But then, she stops.]
....
No. [The word was spoken so softly that it was barely audible. And then, with a clenched fist and a knot of worry in her stomach, the girl turns to repeat herself.] No... I.... I wont leave yet.