[she recalls a short conversation she'd had with a friend in march.
'arisato-san in our class is quiet, isn't she? she always looks tired.... you think she's okay? maybe i should reach out. she lives in my dorm, after all.'
she hadn't. there had been so much to do before graduation day.] We didn't even--we were all so stupid.... [she swallows past the lump in her throat. everything else she wants to say feels trite. what can you even say to who's telling you how they died?
she opts to stay quiet for now, rubbing her thumb over minako's knuckles in a comforting gesture. if she was going to talk, yukari was going to let her say whatever she needed.]
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'arisato-san in our class is quiet, isn't she? she always looks tired.... you think she's okay? maybe i should reach out. she lives in my dorm, after all.'
she hadn't. there had been so much to do before graduation day.] We didn't even--we were all so stupid.... [she swallows past the lump in her throat. everything else she wants to say feels trite. what can you even say to who's telling you how they died?
she opts to stay quiet for now, rubbing her thumb over minako's knuckles in a comforting gesture. if she was going to talk, yukari was going to let her say whatever she needed.]