She smirked a little as Sveta was lost for words. It was true that Yang was a miracle worker, able to shut anyone up by either physical or mental means, but there was a reason to all this. The arm that was behind Sveta's shoulders pulled her closer letting Yang inch just a bit closer for dramatic effect. "Where they failed... was a very critical flaw. Something that you... can't suffer from. Put simply... they failed... by not being you." A beat. "They were shallow, wannabes of the highest caliber. They were just pretty faces. You... you're a pretty face with all the right personalities to back that up. A pretty face, a pretty mind, a pretty heart. They failed by not being you."<br/><br/>As the cap to her speech, Yang pulled her close, her lips easily finding Sveta's in the darkness, soft, warm, moist and - most importantly - inviting.