Tutu lifts her arms and pirouettes, and vines spring out under her feet, spreading until a thicket of green separates Trowa from Duo. Tutu keeps turning, en pointe, lifted atop the vines as they grow, until she stands about a head above Duo and Trowa.

"You don't need to express your feelings in violence and pain!"

She snaps the fans up in a graceful movement, and they vanish. Her arms rise further; her left hand and right twirl around each other over her head, before she extends them down in an imploring motion, one to Duo and one to Trowa.

"Instead - please, dance with me!"