Six Sentence Sunday

This is from the upcoming chapter of "The Ability to Stop" (the apparently never-ending Chapter Nine. It's more than six sentences, sue me :-P)

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T’Challa’s hologram paused. “Shuri, are you well?”

“I am nervous,” she admitted.

“The arm works, it will be fine,” T’Challa said, trying for reassurance, but Shuri waved him off.

“I know the arm will fit him. We have tested it, using holographic models, over and over. But he has been through so much. I can’t---what if I cause him pain?”

T’Challa tilted his head. It was their father’s gesture, and she smiled through the sudden pang of grief. “Did he ask for the arm?”

Shuri nodded. “He did.”

“Then it’s his choice. And you must trust the man to make that choice.”

She breathed out once, twice. “Yes, that is so.”