[Eventually, she sniffles, rubbing at an eye, though she doesn't pull away from that embrace. There's the foggy knowledge that she shouldn't be the one Pyrrha is comforting right now, and that she's not doing this right. That she's supposed to be a leader and someone everyone can depend on.
That Pyrrha doesn't deserve this on top of everything else.
But she can't help it.
And even as she calms a little, it's more out of shellshocked confusion than anything.]
I... I'm still sorry. I just...
[...What is she even supposed to do here? Pyrrha is alive and real, but...she watched her die.]
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That Pyrrha doesn't deserve this on top of everything else.
But she can't help it.
And even as she calms a little, it's more out of shellshocked confusion than anything.]
I... I'm still sorry. I just...
[...What is she even supposed to do here? Pyrrha is alive and real, but...she watched her die.]
... I don't know what to say.