[Mio quietly removes her hands from Saizou, resting her elbows on her knees and staring a hole into the ground. His words make her blood pound in her eyes, a panic twisting at her stomach.
He knows.
But he can't know, that's impossible. But every word feels like a hammer hitting at every insecurity. In the end, Mayu's feelings at been conveyed to her clearly, the desperate loneliness, the need to be trapped. Mio had accepted, had understood, even if she didn't want to acknowledge the truth of the matter-- especially not now. There was no need to defile her sister's memory with ugly truths like that.]
Oh. [It's all she can think to say, her voice sounding fragile to even her own ears. Fragile and distant as she continues to stare unseeing at the ground. After a moment she blinks and her eyes dart away to another spot, as if jerking from a dream.]
We should probably talk about something else. [Please.]
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He knows.
But he can't know, that's impossible. But every word feels like a hammer hitting at every insecurity. In the end, Mayu's feelings at been conveyed to her clearly, the desperate loneliness, the need to be trapped. Mio had accepted, had understood, even if she didn't want to acknowledge the truth of the matter-- especially not now. There was no need to defile her sister's memory with ugly truths like that.]
Oh. [It's all she can think to say, her voice sounding fragile to even her own ears. Fragile and distant as she continues to stare unseeing at the ground. After a moment she blinks and her eyes dart away to another spot, as if jerking from a dream.]
We should probably talk about something else. [Please.]