"Thank you for what you did during the society wars."
Miranda finally stated her main reason for inviting Pan here.
'Right. Way ahead of myself. She just wanted to thank me, and here I was thinking this was some sort of date.'
Pan couldn't help but groan inwardly, pessimistically.
Masking his disappointment with a kind smile, he replied, although sincere, "I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Had any other leader from the society been there at the time, they would have done the same thing. I'm no savior. I simply had my comrade's back, Miranda." Pan made his point clear.
'Yes, I like you, but I didn't save you because of love. I saved you because it's what comrades do for one another.' He mused inwardly. 'I could have leveraged on that act to win your affection, by spouting some nonsense that I deflected that deadly arrow aimed at your head with my right shoulder because of how madly I'm in love with you — but that would be insincere.'
