[It's lucky, she thinks, that they met while she was still under Byakuya's thrall. Otherwise all those pathetic habits — following him like a shadow, peeking from hiding spots, declaring outlandish things while he shoots each down and tries his damnedest to shake her — would have been fixed on Anakin. Even though she fell hard and fast, she held back long enough to see him. And more poignantly, herself.
Below her skirt, her number ticks down.]
I suppose I'll just have to make something new. Like you said. Stories can change any time.
I'd like that. But only if I can follow you, too.
What about your home? I don't know if I'll be much help, but I'd like to try.
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Below her skirt, her number ticks down.]
I suppose I'll just have to make something new. Like you said. Stories can change any time.
I'd like that. But only if I can follow you, too.
What about your home? I don't know if I'll be much help, but I'd like to try.