[ Sara watches him like a hawk as he removes his hand, meeting his dead expressionless eyes with all the wariness of a spooked cat. She doesn't move, but the sense remains that she's still willing to bolt at any moment if she doesn't like where this conversation is heading. ]
Of course I regret it...It was the wrong choice. Do I have to go over why I get that again?
[ Shin had wanted to drag every last justification after her, till even repeating "i don't know" had felt unbearable. She lifts a hand, revealing a ring of bruises around her wrist as she places both gently in her lap. Komeada doesn't seem suprised, or mad, or praticularly happy. It's exactly what Sara wanted, but she can't shake the unease thats haunted every step since last night. What she did, it feels like she can't trust herself or anyone else right now. She'll be fine tomorrow, she promises, but right now this feels like a wound rubbed raw. ]
It won't make any sense to you, but fine, I'll play. [ Like a detective game, where she can give the clues and Komeada can make his own conclusions. How fun. It takes a second to clear her throat, to try and morph her face into the serious, thoughtful tone she'd used last evening. She looks away from Komeada, out into an imaginary distance. She can almost see the snow. ]
I said: No, I have to say this. I can't keep abusing your trust any more. Back in the main game, I didn't listen to you at all. [ A pause. She turns back to Komeada. ] I didn't say this, but I guess you wouldn't know what that meant. I picked someone who had betrayed me to live, and killed someone innocent in his stead...I don't know why. I was scared.
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Date: 2021-12-29 08:26 am (UTC)Of course I regret it...It was the wrong choice. Do I have to go over why I get that again?
[ Shin had wanted to drag every last justification after her, till even repeating "i don't know" had felt unbearable. She lifts a hand, revealing a ring of bruises around her wrist as she places both gently in her lap. Komeada doesn't seem suprised, or mad, or praticularly happy. It's exactly what Sara wanted, but she can't shake the unease thats haunted every step since last night. What she did, it feels like she can't trust herself or anyone else right now. She'll be fine tomorrow, she promises, but right now this feels like a wound rubbed raw. ]
It won't make any sense to you, but fine, I'll play. [ Like a detective game, where she can give the clues and Komeada can make his own conclusions. How fun. It takes a second to clear her throat, to try and morph her face into the serious, thoughtful tone she'd used last evening. She looks away from Komeada, out into an imaginary distance. She can almost see the snow. ]
I said: No, I have to say this. I can't keep abusing your trust any more. Back in the main game, I didn't listen to you at all. [ A pause. She turns back to Komeada. ] I didn't say this, but I guess you wouldn't know what that meant. I picked someone who had betrayed me to live, and killed someone innocent in his stead...I don't know why. I was scared.