[ - and there it is. No one else has put it in such blatant, biting terms since her resurrection, or whatever CERES did to put her back together. Pyrrha isn't sure if she's been yearning for or dreading those specific words. His honesty continues to border on caustic, the levity skirting around his words a brittle, sharp thing.
The complimentary half of it goes disregarded. Well, almost. ]
Thank you.
[ She's still Pyrrha. No matter what, it's not within her to rudely dismiss any remark, no matter how backhanded it may be. ]
You seem to have made it out alright.
[ No one else will talk about this battle, no one else calls her what she is, but he - Well. ]
no subject
The complimentary half of it goes disregarded. Well, almost. ]
Thank you.
[ She's still Pyrrha. No matter what, it's not within her to rudely dismiss any remark, no matter how backhanded it may be. ]
You seem to have made it out alright.
[ No one else will talk about this battle, no one else calls her what she is, but he - Well. ]