(Yasha simply stares at him, her gaze dropping to the agitated swishing of his tail. The fact that he sees this as time simply correcting itself by erasing him... it doesn't sit well. Feels like a spike in her throat. Yasha swallows, uncomfortably.)
It's okay. I can find somebody. I'm going to find somebody.
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It's okay. I can find somebody. I'm going to find somebody.