[Beatrix draws in a breath and for several moments, she simply holds it. She doesn't want an explanation. She doesn't want to discuss it at all. She wants to act like it never happened, because then she doesn't have to give it the thought that it's probably required from the first moment she realised she actually liked his company.
He's right, in the end. She's always overcomplicating things.
Resisting the urge to set her jaw, Beatrix gradually makes her way to the front entryway and she bends down just long enough to set Oriphi's package down. Turning back to Dohalim, she watches him some moments and offers over a hand for Tifa's. She's not holding the other one anymore; she can take this one back.]
How about we just pretend you did not say any of this? I am willing to do that.
[And given that she's not a charitable woman, this seems a surprising act of charity. Even if it is incredibly self-serving.]
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He's right, in the end. She's always overcomplicating things.
Resisting the urge to set her jaw, Beatrix gradually makes her way to the front entryway and she bends down just long enough to set Oriphi's package down. Turning back to Dohalim, she watches him some moments and offers over a hand for Tifa's. She's not holding the other one anymore; she can take this one back.]
How about we just pretend you did not say any of this? I am willing to do that.
[And given that she's not a charitable woman, this seems a surprising act of charity. Even if it is incredibly self-serving.]