[ kotone finally looks at yukari, turning her attention fully to her friend and not the shadow in the mirror as that rushing defense spills out. her mouth hangs slightly open and there's a searching look in her eyes, taking in yukari's expression, the sound of her voice. even with that anger, she's being so...
gentle. even now. even to her.
kotone's eyes widen when yukari takes her wrist and starts talking to her, and what she says... there's an ugly part of herself, even now, that screams it can't be true. even if yukari isn't lying consciously, if anyone knew how damaged she really was, saw how weak she was, then surely... but even so. it's impossible to miss the sincerity in this. she knew her friends cared about her, but with so many of them she'd never been fully able to shake old habits, or the feeling it was somehow... conditional. transactional, in a way. she loved them all dearly, she had wanted to stay with them, but— ]
Yukari... [ her voice is small when she speaks up, cracking on the final syllable of her name. she thinks back to their conversation on the beach at yakushima, that heart to heart in the dark hour while yukari felt her world crumbling around her. she reaches out, grasping yukari's other wrist in her free hand.
the shadow flickers out, leaving the two's normal reflections in its place. ]
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gentle. even now. even to her.
kotone's eyes widen when yukari takes her wrist and starts talking to her, and what she says... there's an ugly part of herself, even now, that screams it can't be true. even if yukari isn't lying consciously, if anyone knew how damaged she really was, saw how weak she was, then surely... but even so. it's impossible to miss the sincerity in this. she knew her friends cared about her, but with so many of them she'd never been fully able to shake old habits, or the feeling it was somehow... conditional. transactional, in a way. she loved them all dearly, she had wanted to stay with them, but— ]
Yukari... [ her voice is small when she speaks up, cracking on the final syllable of her name. she thinks back to their conversation on the beach at yakushima, that heart to heart in the dark hour while yukari felt her world crumbling around her. she reaches out, grasping yukari's other wrist in her free hand.
the shadow flickers out, leaving the two's normal reflections in its place. ]