[ A gesture as simple as a squeeze on the shoulder brings her more comfort than she cares to admit. Susato lifts a hand, possibly to meet Yujin's and return the favor, but she is just a little too slow to react and he is long gone by the time it reaches where his hand would have been.
Just her and Kazuma now. Yujin's request had been perfectly reasonable, though the moment she saw Kazuma plop back down, she feels racked with guilt. Some of it is hers, certainly, though she can feel it coming off him in waves as well, which only makes things worse.
A million questions race through her mind. The seconds that pass by feel like eons as she tries to convince herself to wait, wait for the flowers, they have to help. But she can't wait. ]
Do you know who I am? [ Her voice lacks confidence, full of uncertainty. If so, how is it that you recognize me but not him? she wonders. She manages to fight off all the other questions bubbling to the surface, leaving just one: ] What happened to you?
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Just her and Kazuma now. Yujin's request had been perfectly reasonable, though the moment she saw Kazuma plop back down, she feels racked with guilt. Some of it is hers, certainly, though she can feel it coming off him in waves as well, which only makes things worse.
A million questions race through her mind. The seconds that pass by feel like eons as she tries to convince herself to wait, wait for the flowers, they have to help. But she can't wait. ]
Do you know who I am? [ Her voice lacks confidence, full of uncertainty. If so, how is it that you recognize me but not him? she wonders. She manages to fight off all the other questions bubbling to the surface, leaving just one: ] What happened to you?