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"Listen here, Tsukino," Asuka barked, glaring up at the taller woman. "If we're going to be working together, there are a few things you need to know about me." She jabbed a thumb into her chest. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but I'm a damn patient woman. I can tolerate mistakes. I can tolerate failure. I can even tolerate outright incompetence, to say nothing of severe moral shortcomings and dysfunctional personalities."

"It's true! If she didn't, she'd have snapped by now!" Ranma reasoned.

Then she gripped her hand into a fist. "What I WON'T tolerate is my people turning into useless balls of self-pity! If you screw up, get up and get over it!"

As Usagi blinked her eyes clear, Asuka poked her in the chest. "If you want to take responsibility for your mistakes, GREAT. If you want to improve yourself so that you won't make mistakes anymore, SPECTACULAR." Then she retracted her hand as her expression lost much of its heat. "Or, you could at least do what everyone else does and simply accept all the terrible things you do without worrying about it. Believe me, you never hear Snake lamenting all the things he's pointlessly destroyed, or hear Kyle wondering about improving his intellect."

"Are... Are they that bad?" Usagi asked, mystified. To her, the idea of someone launching a poorly-aimed barrage of missiles indoors was a complete catastrophe; she couldn't understand how anyone could brush off such an incident as a "mistake".

"Tsukino-kun, trust me," Asuka said seriously, patting the cyborg on the shoulder, "you have a long way to go before you can prove yourself to be as big a liability as our seasoned officers. Almost killing Saotome happens so often nowadays that I usually don't even bother with a verbal reprimand."

Millennium, Chapter 9