[ for a moment, yuno wonders when the last time she heard words of encouragement from someone like jack. her father comes to mind; the adoptive one. raised in an orphanage, yuno didn't know who her dad was until she was sent home with the gasais, and it's been so long since she's heard her father's voice that she can't even try to imagine that it's him saying it. "plenty you're good at," it echoes in her mind, over and over.

briefly, she remembers a little girl in an orphanage who had sudden outbursts, and who struggled to get along with the other kids -- a girl who grew up there, watching everyone else get adopted, everyone else getting picked over her, until the couple who would become her mother and father walked in and decided on her.

that's an irrational thought, one she doesn't need, and she discards it as soon as it strikes her. (this is not going very smoothly at all, is it, yuno?)

yuno inhales, focusing on her breathing to avoid the thought. jack clearly wants to discuss saturday night. that's understandable. she knew this was coming. this is just another form of business. there's no need to bring up her parents and wonder what their voices sounded like. it's almost been three months, right...? ]

That... I'm glad. A lot of people have a strong sense of justice, so I didn't want you to get implicated. I knew you didn't do it, and you shouldn't give them a reason to vote for you. [ with rhys gone, no one can prove handsome jack is as terrible as he believed, right? she thinks so. to her, this is part where the hero rises from the destruction of the previous act, ready to save everyone. ]

But what I told you, Jack, that's how I learned to kill. So... I guess that's another thing I'm good at. [ not bringing people back, no. she realizes the implication quickly, and steps back to hold her hands up. ]

To learn how to do that, I-- I had to join a game, and... That's sort of the prize. A way to see people again.