[ It does sound horrible when she puts it like that - and doubly so when he repeats it, sparking a twin flash of doubt. What if she's just projecting her own failings onto Jaune? Everyone wants to feel special, don't they? He makes her feel special.

And she likes that feeling, yes, but what if it's just Jaune being Jaune–

SiiiiiiighhhhHHHhHHHh. No actually she just rights herself and smiles. ] I don't know what you're doing. I don't even know what we're doing, really. We... It's like you said: we just met.

I can't tell you what your motives are. It... didn't exactly work out last time, remember?

But I did like the thing about otters.