[All of this feels... familiar, in the kind of way she could never seem to capture throughout her time at Gershwin. She could follow the same motions, fall into step beside other people, but no one was ever quiet like Claudine. Certainly, the women she'd met were special in their own right, but.
Well. Very few people could boss her around or put her in her place quite like this. And certainly, no one could ever be Claudine Saijo.]
Stubborn girl. [She reaches down, taking Claudine's face into her hands and coaxing her upward.] Je t’aime, Claudine-chan. I have missed you.
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Well. Very few people could boss her around or put her in her place quite like this. And certainly, no one could ever be Claudine Saijo.]
Stubborn girl. [She reaches down, taking Claudine's face into her hands and coaxing her upward.] Je t’aime, Claudine-chan. I have missed you.
... Même si je m'attendais à plus de larmes.
[Though I expected more tears.]