[ oh boy does she remember. she rubs at one of her wrists absently. if only because the memory hovers near the surface of her mind, she is surprised to find that she doesn't feel pressed to step back in unison with his advance. there's no defensiveness — at least no real, tangible fear that he might turn that anger on her — left in her.
her attention drifts down to the woman who'd had her by the hair. the one he had knocked unconscious. she can see where this is going — that was the sort of thing that urahara could not really teach her. it was hyperspecialized, and for ben, it was effortless.
she lifts her chin to meet his gaze and says pointedly, ] Once.
[ it's deliberate, this impudence. if he was going to bring up the first time they'd had a real conversation face-to-face like that, she's well within her rights to turn it back on him, as she had then. suddenly it's no wonder luke skywalker turned her away. ]
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her attention drifts down to the woman who'd had her by the hair. the one he had knocked unconscious. she can see where this is going — that was the sort of thing that urahara could not really teach her. it was hyperspecialized, and for ben, it was effortless.
she lifts her chin to meet his gaze and says pointedly, ] Once.
[ it's deliberate, this impudence. if he was going to bring up the first time they'd had a real conversation face-to-face like that, she's well within her rights to turn it back on him, as she had then. suddenly it's no wonder luke skywalker turned her away. ]