didn't have the strength to dance Pas De Deux alone.. and she finds herself jealous of the one who could. Even now, there is that lingering jealousy.

Stumbling Waltz

She can't help but dance.

Her feet ache from the pointe and her stomach burning with resistance to the movements. Hands heavy and her expression worthless… He held her in place and supported her but she couldn't complete it. She couldn't become her.

With pink ballet slippers dancing Pas De Deux alone, unsupported yet filling Rue with such strength and vibrancy that lit the room.

She extended her arms out, legs straight and pointed as she turned before stopping in Mytho's arms.

She exhaled from exhaustion.

Princess Tutu.

Rue's eyes narrowed.

She was jealous, Rue smiled, of a mere duck?