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Honestly... Sae couldn’t ENTIRELY be sure. A lighter-yet-slightly-embarrassing secret? She wasn’t sure if she could REMEMBER one. Quite legitimately. her brain often failed to comprehend the person she was before father died. And she liked to think that any embarrassments SINCE THEN were neither light nor slight. There was no measure, no metric, no spectrum. For Sae had no time for such LOW STAKE MISTAKES. To her, every occurrence since that fatally fateful day had been either a SUCCESS or COMPLETE & UTTER HUMILIATION. “You know that might be a question better asked of Makoto.” Not the happiest response to give. Just the TRUTH. In matters such as this, Makoto far and away knew Sae BETTER than Sae knew herself. “I find myself rather hard-pressed to identify a moment in my life that fulfills such strict criteria.” Lean forward. Collapsed in knuckles meeting cheat. “I SUPPOSE one could count the time I had to swallow my pride and call for aid in repairing my motorcycle when my roadside maintenance FAILED ME.” To this day, Makoto did not know THAT ONE. She simply made up an excuse of being KEPT BACK at the office. Better than admitting any LIMITS to her motorcycle knowledge. Especially to her younger sister. Who to this day still got BUG-EYED at the idea of owning and ride her own motorcycle. “Does that suffice?”