[ Elena's emphasis only proves to exhaust her. Tseng exhales slowly through his nostrils and he cocks his head. His eyes soften and he offers a small nod. Times like these he can't help but think of her sister. Gun was significantly more rigid than Elena's openly fluid personality and body language. Elena is determined, nevertheless, to prove her worth and Tseng will put her worries to rest with: ]
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I believe you.