[That desperate sob, that horrible desperate crying. She... Hanyuu knows it well. She remembers, many a night waking from a dream, or a nightmare, or some mix of the two. She remembers staggering away from the body of the thing that used to be her husband, blood running down her arms and legs, her beloved miko outfit in shreds as she walked, tears running down her face, pitching into the water with a vague hope that she never woke up again-]
I'm so sorry. [Oh, her voice. It's catching and strained.] Elda, I am so, so...
[She can't finish it. Disgust rises up in her, not for Elda, but for herself. How uncomfortable and awkward she'd been, just two weeks ago, when Elda was first talking about James to her, her dear love.
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I'm so sorry. [Oh, her voice. It's catching and strained.] Elda, I am so, so...
[She can't finish it. Disgust rises up in her, not for Elda, but for herself. How uncomfortable and awkward she'd been, just two weeks ago, when Elda was first talking about James to her, her dear love.
She should've let her talk much more.]