That you aren't Sumire Yoshizawa and god forbid anyone say anything to you to the contrary without you running off with your fingers in your ears to go make yourself feel better.
Which... doesn't make sense, obviously. It. It's...
It's like a dagger through her skull.
She staggers back, grasping her temple. Her knees wobble.
"I'm not Sumire Yoshizawa! Sumire is dead, and I couldn't do anything to save her! But at least I didn't kill my sister the way that you did!"
Maybe, if she was in a better place, she would regret her words, but right now, pain seizes her from head to toe. She can't think straight. She should run. She did what she came here to do.
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That you aren't Sumire Yoshizawa and god forbid anyone say anything to you to the contrary without you running off with your fingers in your ears to go make yourself feel better.
Which... doesn't make sense, obviously. It. It's...
It's like a dagger through her skull.
She staggers back, grasping her temple. Her knees wobble.
"I'm not Sumire Yoshizawa! Sumire is dead, and I couldn't do anything to save her! But at least I didn't kill my sister the way that you did!"
Maybe, if she was in a better place, she would regret her words, but right now, pain seizes her from head to toe. She can't think straight. She should run. She did what she came here to do.
She...