[It's hard for her to talk. It's hard for her to breathe. But most of all, it's so hard for her to accept this kindness.
Kashuu is always there for her, whether she's losing her balance or losing her cool or losing.... everything like how it feels now. As his arms circle around her, she can't find it in herself to pull away. Is it okay? Is it okay for someone like her to want something like this? This reassurance that normally she spurns, that she normally rejects and tries to leave behind for the sake of being independent?
Yet where has that independence brought her now?
It's a complete breakdown.
Her hands fall from her face to instead hold onto the front of his jacket, her head bowed as her tears run freely and her sobs wrack her shoulders. It's too much to be in this situation again. Lost, alone, various levels of injured, and already feeling the familiar tendrils of hunger and thirst start to paralyze her body. Yet now she doesn't have Yona. She doesn't have Ayura and Tetora in this world to look for her. The images only manage to remind her that she's not even sure if she has a life to go back to--
She cries. She cries and can only manage to weakly say when she gasps for air:]
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Kashuu is always there for her, whether she's losing her balance or losing her cool or losing.... everything like how it feels now. As his arms circle around her, she can't find it in herself to pull away. Is it okay? Is it okay for someone like her to want something like this? This reassurance that normally she spurns, that she normally rejects and tries to leave behind for the sake of being independent?
Yet where has that independence brought her now?
It's a complete breakdown.
Her hands fall from her face to instead hold onto the front of his jacket, her head bowed as her tears run freely and her sobs wrack her shoulders. It's too much to be in this situation again. Lost, alone, various levels of injured, and already feeling the familiar tendrils of hunger and thirst start to paralyze her body. Yet now she doesn't have Yona. She doesn't have Ayura and Tetora in this world to look for her. The images only manage to remind her that she's not even sure if she has a life to go back to--
She cries. She cries and can only manage to weakly say when she gasps for air:]
I'm sorry, I... I didn't want-
[- any of this.]