[ he was being too harsh on himself, and she was fully aware of that fact. she could see it in his eyes, the amount of blame he was hauling onto himself and more than anything she wished to assure him that it wasn’t his fault. no, most of the blame was set on her; she encouraged Cruz to act the way he did, and only earlier had she been the one hurting him. in a way, his beating was a wake-up call to her on how she had to be careful with what she said to other people but he didn’t understand. that guy didn’t understand how hard it was for her to not verbally abuses people; it was her defense mechanism, her vice. it wasn’t instantly curable and she was painfully aware of that.
when he reaches out to place his hand on her to steal away some of her pain, she does nothing, says nothing. what could she possibly say that would make everything seem all right? the reality of the situation was that she had blended in with the wrong type of person and completely neglected everything she stood for; fairness, delicacy, and justness. it was wrong of her to provoke him the way she did, and all because of her bad habit. ... but she couldn’t blame it on that forever; she had to take some responsibility and shoulder the blame and knowledge of her carelessness. she didn’t think anything of this out properly which is why she was in such a pickle right now. the burns on her shoulders began to sting, but she tried her uttermost hardest to ignore the pain. after all, whatever pain she felt right now was tossed over to Miketsukami.
at his suggestion of visiting the hospital, her automatic response was to say no but something about his expression made her rethink her answer. naturally Cruzs’ punches had knocked some sense in her as she didn’t wish to say the wrong thing as the situation was already delicate enough. like how a scolded child, her facial expression resembled that of uncertainty and, just a little, unease. ]
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when he reaches out to place his hand on her to steal away some of her pain, she does nothing, says nothing. what could she possibly say that would make everything seem all right? the reality of the situation was that she had blended in with the wrong type of person and completely neglected everything she stood for; fairness, delicacy, and justness. it was wrong of her to provoke him the way she did, and all because of her bad habit. ... but she couldn’t blame it on that forever; she had to take some responsibility and shoulder the blame and knowledge of her carelessness. she didn’t think anything of this out properly which is why she was in such a pickle right now. the burns on her shoulders began to sting, but she tried her uttermost hardest to ignore the pain. after all, whatever pain she felt right now was tossed over to Miketsukami.
at his suggestion of visiting the hospital, her automatic response was to say no but something about his expression made her rethink her answer. naturally Cruzs’ punches had knocked some sense in her as she didn’t wish to say the wrong thing as the situation was already delicate enough. like how a scolded child, her facial expression resembled that of uncertainty and, just a little, unease. ]
There’s no ne-, no I mean... I’m fine. I think.