[ "Something rash," he calls it, and Pyrrha only laughs again, a brief, musical giggle she tries to smother into her knuckles. That's so him.

"Someone who wants to stay," he thinks of, and refers to, and Pyrrha's eyes widen.

It doesn't take a Bridge to figure out who that might be. ]

... thank you, Captain.

[ His approval, perhaps more than anyone else's, means the world to her. ]

For— for everything, but for this as well. For all the bad CERES had done, I'm happy it allowed us to meet.