[She's not talking again, but this time, it's almost as if she can't. Her breathing is starting to pick up, coming harshly through her nose, pupils dilating as if she's preparing for combat. Her shoulders are tight, fingers digging harshly into her biceps to try to keep herself under control. No matter what, she's looking to Hinata, trying to keep her composure, looking to him for some kind of cue to how she should react.
It's not even her own actions that she's strictly afraid of. It's those of a certain yakuza heir. What he'd done, what he'd had her do in his name, or worse, what she may have taken upon herself for his sake. She knows herself, she knows how much she would give to even just make him happy. Despair...]
Do you remember... anything about me? Or did he...?
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It's not even her own actions that she's strictly afraid of. It's those of a certain yakuza heir. What he'd done, what he'd had her do in his name, or worse, what she may have taken upon herself for his sake. She knows herself, she knows how much she would give to even just make him happy. Despair...]
Do you remember... anything about me? Or did he...?