[As always, human will is soft and pliable when faced with the might of one such as she. They don't always bend in her hands — sometimes they break — but this is preferable for now. She likes this girl, she's decided. The fire she'd glimpsed in her reminds Five of her most beloved sister, the way she had been... when? (Before?) When they had lived together as a family, and when Zero had loved them too. It makes Five sentimental and it makes her greedy: her hands touch everywhere she can reach. The curve of Rin's hips, the lines of her shoulderblades.]
No? [Five's smile is delighted.] Not even a little bit? Aww.
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No? [Five's smile is delighted.] Not even a little bit? Aww.