Player: There’s no indication at all that there is even a wound!

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Yoko: There wouldn’t be.

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She moves closer, resting her hand on my thigh.

 

Yoko: You were very brave. I always knew you would be.

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Player: You have a funny way of showing it.

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Yoko: When you visited in the summers, I would treasure every moment.

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Player: I did too. 

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Yoko: I hated seeing you go.

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Player: I always thought we had a special connection.

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Yoko: We do.

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Player: Then why do you try so hard to push me away?

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The campfire twinkles in her eyes.

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Yoko: I am a thunder kitsune. It’s my elemental nature to foreshadow a storm.

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Player: A storm can be very destructive.

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Yoko: Yes. And so is falling in love.

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Wait. Did I hear that right?!

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I put my hand on her hand. My pain has subsided.

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