[ It could be reassuring, what he says, but -- Pyrrha has to force herself to read between the lines to find the reassurance in it. Jaune, who claims he'll never be frightened of her despite the fact that this, this change, it really ought to be scary for both of them. Jaune, who starts to say things and then stops, whereas when it came to Weiss, he had never been quiet.
He's the same person who is now, finally, complimenting her intelligence and showing interest in her fears, her perspective, her existence.
Truthfully, part of Pyrrha would like to be past all these things, this song and dance.
That has little to do with what he's saying now, however. She wills herself to focus, even as Jaune is further pressed up against her by the crowd.
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He's the same person who is now, finally, complimenting her intelligence and showing interest in her fears, her perspective, her existence.
Truthfully, part of Pyrrha would like to be past all these things, this song and dance.
That has little to do with what he's saying now, however. She wills herself to focus, even as Jaune is further pressed up against her by the crowd.
A smile, or something like it. ]
... perhaps we should move to another floor.
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