She dances so differently when she's Princess Tutu, Fakir thinks as he repeats the exercise. Princess Tutu glides. Princess Tutu floats. Princess Tutu descends from a great height and lands en pointe without having to rebalance.
But Princess Tutu doesn't have that game earnestness, that urge to keep trying, that Duck is showing now. Duck's dancing is real. It's almost like--
Fakir switches legs: Dégagé front, left, side.
When I fought the ravens, I didn't use my skills. I was dancing, and I couldn't stop myself.
Fakir stops still in the middle of the exercise, staring at Duck. Drosselmeyer was controlling me. That's why. Does he control Princess Tutu? He must. She's part of the Story, after all.
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But Princess Tutu doesn't have that game earnestness, that urge to keep trying, that Duck is showing now. Duck's dancing is real. It's almost like--
Fakir switches legs: Dégagé front, left, side.
When I fought the ravens, I didn't use my skills. I was dancing, and I couldn't stop myself.
Fakir stops still in the middle of the exercise, staring at Duck. Drosselmeyer was controlling me. That's why. Does he control Princess Tutu? He must. She's part of the Story, after all.
But Duck is herself.
Oh.