[ Any protests she has dies out, stuck in her throat. Despite him telling her, Juvia somehow feels like she's still the last one he's told-- but she swallows that feeling down too. As much as she wants to tell him (continuously, mind you) to not walk his way over there, to not get sick even if he can't, she can't find it in herself to say don't help those people.
For her, it's easy to disconnect from their situation because she won't be on Leith. There's enough going on in Old Town, at home, and at the Company, that it's almost enough to push back the plight going on there. ]
You're going to let me see you before you leave.
[ She can run quick enough to make it if she tries hard enough. It just doesn't sit well with her, having only just a call for them to part ways with. And now, she needs to figure a way to sneak in questions about his mysterious past! Juvia may be dense, but she can catch a carefully worded sentence when she hears one. ]
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For her, it's easy to disconnect from their situation because she won't be on Leith. There's enough going on in Old Town, at home, and at the Company, that it's almost enough to push back the plight going on there. ]
You're going to let me see you before you leave.
[ She can run quick enough to make it if she tries hard enough. It just doesn't sit well with her, having only just a call for them to part ways with. And now, she needs to figure a way to sneak in questions about his mysterious past! Juvia may be dense, but she can catch a carefully worded sentence when she hears one. ]