[He's fine. He's alive. There's a visible ease to the tense set of Peko's shoulders at that, enough that she almost doesn't hear the list of the other names. No other culprit had succeeded. No one had killed him -- not even her. She'd tried to protect him, she had, but...
That list is so short, though. She'd had no right to request of her class not to kill anyone else, not at the end of her own trial, but she had thought that perhaps, perhaps with her example... stupid. So stupid.
She has further questions about the program itself -- "restoring hope" and the rest -- but when Hinata continues, she almost looses her breath again. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she can't help but nod.]
I... had feared as much.
[That had been one of the last things she'd seen, after all. A strike in the wrong place, she'd once told Hinata. As soon as that blow landed, she knew exactly what kind of damage it would have inflicted.]
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That list is so short, though. She'd had no right to request of her class not to kill anyone else, not at the end of her own trial, but she had thought that perhaps, perhaps with her example... stupid. So stupid.
She has further questions about the program itself -- "restoring hope" and the rest -- but when Hinata continues, she almost looses her breath again. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she can't help but nod.]
I... had feared as much.
[That had been one of the last things she'd seen, after all. A strike in the wrong place, she'd once told Hinata. As soon as that blow landed, she knew exactly what kind of damage it would have inflicted.]
I tried to protect him. I never thought--