[That's not... good. It's not bad either, as it's so often Mafuyu's response when Kanade asks her questions on how she feels, but...
Honestly, it's making her nauseous.]
... I promised I'd use my music to save you. I promised I'd use it to make you smile, make you happy...
[Her grip on Mafuyu's wrist loosens, brushing past the severed remains of the marionette's strings on Mafuyu's wrist, so she can take her hand. She holds it tight; Kanade's grip can never be enough to hurt, with how frail she is, but it's still... noticeably more firm than it usually is. Like she's afraid to let go.]
And now I promise that I'll use it to drown out her words. You don't deserve to hear them.
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Honestly, it's making her nauseous.]
... I promised I'd use my music to save you. I promised I'd use it to make you smile, make you happy...
[Her grip on Mafuyu's wrist loosens, brushing past the severed remains of the marionette's strings on Mafuyu's wrist, so she can take her hand. She holds it tight; Kanade's grip can never be enough to hurt, with how frail she is, but it's still... noticeably more firm than it usually is. Like she's afraid to let go.]
And now I promise that I'll use it to drown out her words. You don't deserve to hear them.