... Sure. [ she scuffs her heel against the ground, shifting her weight from leg to leg. Michiru should understand her own limits better than she does -- she's in no place to tell her what to do.
she needs to toughen up, she needs to stop hesitating, she needs to stop pausing to ask herself is this really okay. she's Sailor Uranus, she's a warrior, and she can't afford to be this soft. there's no room for this worry that gnaws away at her from the inside of her stomach.
she said she won't hold back, and she's going to show her she meant it. legs spread, arms raised, hands balled into fists: she's ready. ]
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she needs to toughen up, she needs to stop hesitating, she needs to stop pausing to ask herself is this really okay. she's Sailor Uranus, she's a warrior, and she can't afford to be this soft. there's no room for this worry that gnaws away at her from the inside of her stomach.
she said she won't hold back, and she's going to show her she meant it. legs spread, arms raised, hands balled into fists: she's ready. ]
So? Has it been a minute yet?