[For once, Satou shuts up. Her hand has already been moved away, but it falls to her side limply. Her expression is embarrassing in how obviously it gives away her shock. Dead? This kid? Then how is he...
The pieces begin falling into place. The reason why he was being so stubborn, why he talks about himself like that while simultaneously seeming so prideful, and worse (for the love kami anyway,) why he doesn't want to pursue his feelings. Which, she realizes, must be so miserable when tainted by regret.
But she doesn't know when to quit. Satou's always been bad at that. Some of her gentleness is lost when she puts both hands on his shoulders and spins him around to face her. Before he can escape, she grabs his wrist in one hand and finds his pulse with the fingers on the other. It takes so much of her willpower not to cry for him or even let her expression waver.]
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[For once, Satou shuts up. Her hand has already been moved away, but it falls to her side limply. Her expression is embarrassing in how obviously it gives away her shock. Dead? This kid? Then how is he...
The pieces begin falling into place. The reason why he was being so stubborn, why he talks about himself like that while simultaneously seeming so prideful, and worse (for the love kami anyway,) why he doesn't want to pursue his feelings. Which, she realizes, must be so miserable when tainted by regret.
But she doesn't know when to quit. Satou's always been bad at that. Some of her gentleness is lost when she puts both hands on his shoulders and spins him around to face her. Before he can escape, she grabs his wrist in one hand and finds his pulse with the fingers on the other. It takes so much of her willpower not to cry for him or even let her expression waver.]
Not anymore.