[ she doesn't look comforted by his smile, as nice as it is. Yes, he knows his limits, but if he's anything like her - and he is - knowing your limits and actually stopping when you hit them are two separate things.
But she remembers pain, and she remembers hearing the others yelling her name, pleading-- and Makoto would have died before she let them down. So to argue too much would be hypocritical, much as she hates it. It would be pointless, anyway. His resolve is there, as tangible as the guy himself was.
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But she remembers pain, and she remembers hearing the others yelling her name, pleading-- and Makoto would have died before she let them down. So to argue too much would be hypocritical, much as she hates it. It would be pointless, anyway. His resolve is there, as tangible as the guy himself was.
So Makoto sighs, but then frowns up at him. ]
Then let me help you until your game.