[Lucy certainly did cross the room--more than that, she didn't slow down at all. She spread her arms, and threw them around Minako's neck and shoulders as soon as she could reach.
Her vectors did manifest--though not in quite the way Minako asked. They caught the ground to keep them from falling, though the impact wasn't blunted in the slightest. Neither was the embrace, vice-tight and desperate.
No crackle of electricity flared and burnt her nerves. Minako was soft and warm--not a machine, not some horrid caricature wearing her face. She asked things Minako would have, said things Minako would have. It was really her. Lucy's chest trembled.]
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Her vectors did manifest--though not in quite the way Minako asked. They caught the ground to keep them from falling, though the impact wasn't blunted in the slightest. Neither was the embrace, vice-tight and desperate.
No crackle of electricity flared and burnt her nerves. Minako was soft and warm--not a machine, not some horrid caricature wearing her face. She asked things Minako would have, said things Minako would have. It was really her. Lucy's chest trembled.]