[ The smallness of Haruka's voice catches Michiru by surprise. She hadn't meant to seriously chastise or scold her; she'd expected the other girl to laugh, to make some dismissive comment about it and brush it off, and she realizes only belatedly how it may have sounded.
Haruka had been scared - of course she had been reluctant, a little cold. But when danger had really presented herself, hadn't she taken her wand and transformed without complaint? That was a more important measure of character than initial fears and brusqueness. ]
I'm not proud of everything I've done, either. [ Michiru hands her two plates and some silverware, a silent request to set the table. ] We're lucky that those moments don't define us, hm?
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Haruka had been scared - of course she had been reluctant, a little cold. But when danger had really presented herself, hadn't she taken her wand and transformed without complaint? That was a more important measure of character than initial fears and brusqueness. ]
I'm not proud of everything I've done, either. [ Michiru hands her two plates and some silverware, a silent request to set the table. ] We're lucky that those moments don't define us, hm?