So maybe it isn't Ava. But maybe it is -- she's got her skillset, but it's got holes, and she learned it late.)
Trowa starts walking, unhurried.
He doesn't look on edge. But this is very familiar, and comfortable, like trading a scratchy ill-fitting suit for an old soft sweatshirt: this slipping back into the keen, ready alertness of battle. Like it or hate it (and Trowa's done both), part of him will always find battle home.
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(Amateur.
So maybe it isn't Ava. But maybe it is -- she's got her skillset, but it's got holes, and she learned it late.)
Trowa starts walking, unhurried.
He doesn't look on edge. But this is very familiar, and comfortable, like trading a scratchy ill-fitting suit for an old soft sweatshirt: this slipping back into the keen, ready alertness of battle. Like it or hate it (and Trowa's done both), part of him will always find battle home.