[At first, when GV got the text from Nana, he spent a long moment looking at his phone, honestly puzzled. Some of the night last night kinda blurred together in an adrenaline surge. Not helping anything was the fatigue from using a lot of his powers last night; though he wasn't as tired as he feared he might be.
It took a couple of minutes of replaying the events of the battle in reverse in his head, trying to figure out where, if anything, she might've scared him.
And then it hit him like a ton of bricks.
Mein Gott.
...That moment of stunned shock.
Now that his mind was focused back in on it... good lord. The moment stuck out in his mind, vivid, bright, and... troubling. Nana's practiced, imposing stride, leading to her lethally efficient attack... and that kick. Thinking back to it like that, it had disarmed him at the moment... and was that fear in his heart?
...He couldn't be sure anymore. It didn't feel like it. He definitely wasn't afraid of Nana, even after what happened, but... well. Had he been at that moment?
He stared at the screen, re-reading her text over and over. ...Man, if ever he needed Moniqa's advice, now was the time. But he was on his own here. All he could do was go with his gut when he finally worked up how to answer. ...After he had started writing and deleted the message about seven different times.]
It's okay, Nana. ...Can we meet up to talk about this? I think it'd be easier that way.
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It took a couple of minutes of replaying the events of the battle in reverse in his head, trying to figure out where, if anything, she might've scared him.
And then it hit him like a ton of bricks.
Mein Gott.
...That moment of stunned shock.
Now that his mind was focused back in on it... good lord. The moment stuck out in his mind, vivid, bright, and... troubling. Nana's practiced, imposing stride, leading to her lethally efficient attack... and that kick. Thinking back to it like that, it had disarmed him at the moment... and was that fear in his heart?
...He couldn't be sure anymore. It didn't feel like it. He definitely wasn't afraid of Nana, even after what happened, but... well. Had he been at that moment?
He stared at the screen, re-reading her text over and over. ...Man, if ever he needed Moniqa's advice, now was the time. But he was on his own here. All he could do was go with his gut when he finally worked up how to answer. ...After he had started writing and deleted the message about seven different times.]
It's okay, Nana. ...Can we meet up to talk about this? I think it'd be easier that way.