[He's so easy to believe. Diana wonders if he knows that about himself. In Shiro she sees a leader--not just because of his battle prowess, but because he has the ability to make anyone feel safe. Again, he has offered her the sort of comfort she is only used to giving, not receiving. And she accepts it so willingly, so readily. Antiope or Hippolyta might say that her time among men has made her weak, but Diana has never seen compassion as a weakness.
They do not deserve you.
His grip steadies her, though her body still shivers as her blood tries to catch up with the sudden influx of air. She doesn't look away from him, though the edge of her vision is still blurry. Words, important words, are just on the tip of her tongue, and she parts her lips as she searches for them, but isn't immediately able to articulate. Her hand moves up from his chestplate, fingers making a shaky path towards his face. Gently, skin brushes skin, and she finally finds the words. It's an echo of when he found her in the forest on Kaittos, when she had first showed him the weakest part of her, but it is as true now as it was then.]
You are a good man, Shiro.
[Sometimes, she doesn't think she deserves them, either.]
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They do not deserve you.
His grip steadies her, though her body still shivers as her blood tries to catch up with the sudden influx of air. She doesn't look away from him, though the edge of her vision is still blurry. Words, important words, are just on the tip of her tongue, and she parts her lips as she searches for them, but isn't immediately able to articulate. Her hand moves up from his chestplate, fingers making a shaky path towards his face. Gently, skin brushes skin, and she finally finds the words. It's an echo of when he found her in the forest on Kaittos, when she had first showed him the weakest part of her, but it is as true now as it was then.]
You are a good man, Shiro.
[Sometimes, she doesn't think she deserves them, either.]