He knows. She knows he knows and bits and pieces are just that to Ryoko: bits and pieces. Bits and pieces of what seems to her some complicated happenings that strike a certain chord for certain words and insinuations that see her shift just so for unpleasant memories stirred. She doesn't like it. She doesn't like it one bit, that hair on end unease, and it seeps into her body language, her expression. Makes her tense, even, as she considers the language within Axel's memory more carefully now. Her gaze sharpens a fraction, wondering. Inquiring.
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He knows. She knows he knows and bits and pieces are just that to Ryoko: bits and pieces. Bits and pieces of what seems to her some complicated happenings that strike a certain chord for certain words and insinuations that see her shift just so for unpleasant memories stirred. She doesn't like it. She doesn't like it one bit, that hair on end unease, and it seeps into her body language, her expression. Makes her tense, even, as she considers the language within Axel's memory more carefully now. Her gaze sharpens a fraction, wondering. Inquiring.