[ His concession comes at the right time. Anemone's fists fall on Ranma's chest, not pounding on him like before but resting against him trembling, her fury draining from her. Her shoulders shake and she breathes heavily. ]
Dewey wouldn't abandon me. [ She says, almost to herself. ] I'm his best pilot. He can't build his new world without me.
[ Girl, what. Call it faith or call it fear of abandonment, Anemone seems absolutely stricken by the thought that she could be discarded. ]
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Dewey wouldn't abandon me. [ She says, almost to herself. ] I'm his best pilot. He can't build his new world without me.
[ Girl, what. Call it faith or call it fear of abandonment, Anemone seems absolutely stricken by the thought that she could be discarded. ]