She had struggled, but it was half-hearted at best; Elisabeth knew what she wanted, and eventually she succumbed to it and began sobbing into her bosom.  AS much as she felt for her, holding the woman close like this was... nice... in a way she wasn't used to.  She'd been feeling that a<em>lot</em>with this woman, come to think of it... even asking her out on a date.  She wasn't losing her edge, it wasn't the end of her run of things... but she was thirty, not a young, overly ambitious girl anymore; she was a woman past her years for 'establishing' herself, and instead shifting to those for settling down...<br/><br/>Gods she hated getting old sometimes...<br/><br/>"No, you don't have to be sorry." she said as she leaned back, so their sitting cuddled together was more comfortable for them both "Hell, times I wish I had cried into the comforting arms of a woman throughout my life, but never had the opportunity.  Trust me, you're no crybaby Musubi; stronger than most I suspect."<br/><br/>And she was honest; this was an eighteen year old girl who was nearly raped, had her parents and company betray her, and fled the program...<br/><br/>...fuck...<br/><br/>"Yeah, two questions." she said with a smile as she shifted to look at the woman's face as her brain raced in the process of aligning all the pieces "If you could, would you still like to be a ballerina?  I found the bag in your closet, figured out what it was easily enough.  And then when you're done with that, would you kindly inform me as to how many men they've sent after you?  MCT wouldn't just let an 'asset' disappear like that..."