( Shanks isn't sure what else he can do for her, but he's driven to want to ease her pain. At the same time, he can tell arguing with Uta isn't going to get him anywhere. She is going to see herself as she does, and it's not necessarily a bad thing she wants to own up for what she did, either. )
( He breathes in, deeply, then pulls back to cup her cheek and rub his thumb over her tears. )
You should accept what you did. But you can't just give up and call yourself a monster.
Learn from this. Don't fall into that trap again, that line of thinking. Make amends for what happened.
It's your choice if you're a monster or not, from here on out.
(She rubs at her eyes, hoping that maybe it would help her stop crying. Her face is wet, her mascara running, but the tears do stop eventually. She can’t stop sniffling, nodding slightly as Shanks speaks.
She may not agree entirely but… he does have a point.)
Thanks… (She says softly, before she leans up against him.) It might take some time for me to come to terms with it, I think.
I don’t have the sheet music here but— I know the words.
(It’s not like she can unlearn them now that she knows.)
( She doesn't have to agree, Shanks will always leave room not just for one of his crew to follow their own dreams and ideas, but especially for his daughter to. )
( The next part, he just nods his head, arm still around her as Shanks allows Uta to gather herself and listens to her. )
Then sing something else. You can't unlearn those words, the notes, but you have always been full of lyrics and your own songs. Make so many you drown it out.
(He was right. She could drown it out. Tot Musica couldn’t control her- she could refuse to sing the cursed music. Uta takes in a shakey breath, nodding.)
(She doesn’t know what to say. She’s extremely grateful for his support, his willingness to listen and understand what she’s been dealing with in her time here. The whole thing gives her nightmares at times, that she’ll lose control again and try and summon Tot Musica.
She rubs at her eyes again, then sighs. She could do this. It’s not like she’s been eating wakeshrooms here.)
I think this… helped a little. I feel like I’ve been holding on to it for so long…
You don't have to do it alone. Any time you can't sleep, any time you're worried. ( Having had some nightmares himself, he knows.... And he figures.... )
Any time your dreams wake you up, even in the middle of the night, you can always reach out to me. As I would tell any member of my crew.
After all, you are still the Musician of the Red Hair Pirates. If you still want to be?
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( He breathes in, deeply, then pulls back to cup her cheek and rub his thumb over her tears. )
You should accept what you did. But you can't just give up and call yourself a monster.
Learn from this. Don't fall into that trap again, that line of thinking. Make amends for what happened.
It's your choice if you're a monster or not, from here on out.
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She may not agree entirely but… he does have a point.)
Thanks… (She says softly, before she leans up against him.) It might take some time for me to come to terms with it, I think.
I don’t have the sheet music here but— I know the words.
(It’s not like she can unlearn them now that she knows.)
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( The next part, he just nods his head, arm still around her as Shanks allows Uta to gather herself and listens to her. )
Then sing something else. You can't unlearn those words, the notes, but you have always been full of lyrics and your own songs. Make so many you drown it out.
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(He was right. She could drown it out. Tot Musica couldn’t control her- she could refuse to sing the cursed music. Uta takes in a shakey breath, nodding.)
Sorry.
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( He hopes Uta can understand that. That she owes him nothing. )
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(She doesn’t know what to say. She’s extremely grateful for his support, his willingness to listen and understand what she’s been dealing with in her time here. The whole thing gives her nightmares at times, that she’ll lose control again and try and summon Tot Musica.
She rubs at her eyes again, then sighs. She could do this. It’s not like she’s been eating wakeshrooms here.)
I think this… helped a little. I feel like I’ve been holding on to it for so long…
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Any time your dreams wake you up, even in the middle of the night, you can always reach out to me. As I would tell any member of my crew.
After all, you are still the Musician of the Red Hair Pirates. If you still want to be?