[ Fair enough. Aerith can't argue that; the proof is in the pudding. For a moment, she holds Musashi's gaze, smiling as confetti paper falls all around them. It's a good moment, she thinks, and hopes to remember it all her life. In the background, the crowd has started changing their names, begging for them to look back.
Finally, she gets the crowd what it wants, and turns around, hands over her head as she laughs jubilantly.
The door to the ring opens up, wiring swinging and shaking as it's unlocked. They're free to go whenever, and there's already another match lined up— after the cleaning crew, of course. ]
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Finally, she gets the crowd what it wants, and turns around, hands over her head as she laughs jubilantly.
The door to the ring opens up, wiring swinging and shaking as it's unlocked. They're free to go whenever, and there's already another match lined up— after the cleaning crew, of course. ]