[Choice is something Anthy has not had in a long time, for a long time, and it's...daunting. But there are literal roses sprouting from her body, inside of her, and if were just flowers it would be one thing, but for them to be roses - Utena's roses - is just cruelly ironic.
And then..."I'll guard you". It's a little too much to take. Anthy coughs, sputters, almost a laugh, but it's too choked sounding and marred by a mouthful of coppery petals that come up. She ducks to the side, tries to be discreet when she spits them out.]
I...I would rather...not to be guarded...
[A protector, a guard...she doesn't need one anymore. No matter where she finds herself or what dangers come. She manages to right herself, hesitantly letting her hand reach forward, if Keith wants to try and wrap up the bud.]
It's cool, it happens.
And then..."I'll guard you". It's a little too much to take. Anthy coughs, sputters, almost a laugh, but it's too choked sounding and marred by a mouthful of coppery petals that come up. She ducks to the side, tries to be discreet when she spits them out.]
I...I would rather...not to be guarded...
[A protector, a guard...she doesn't need one anymore. No matter where she finds herself or what dangers come. She manages to right herself, hesitantly letting her hand reach forward, if Keith wants to try and wrap up the bud.]
What did you mean by dishonesty?