[ she might've been tempted to make a flippant joke about her funeral earlier, but. right now, something about the idea of other people having their lives interrupted to mourn a girl they hadn't known long who certainly didn't warrant the grief or the trouble has her stomach tying up in knots.

there's... nothing on minako's face besides how very fucking tired she is. she doesn't know how to hold this back anymore. and yet she laughs, letting go of yukari's hand and resting the flat of the other across her brow, rubbing her eyes. ]

I'm a disgusting person, Yukari, I was always so scared you or the others would see it. [ and she backs up a little. ] I kept clinging onto anyone who paid me even a little bit of attention, and I didn't care if I burned up from getting too close [ ryoji. ] or just dragged them down with me...

[ it doesn't matter that it's irrational, that it twists what happened, that it leaves out so much of the good she's done. it's how it feels, so much of the time. ]