[ when alice draws her hands away, olivia doesn't fight it. instead, she draws her own hands back, letting them hang limp at her sides while her expression takes on something softer, sadder. she thinks back to the time those words she'd uttered had been first said to her, how quickly her spirits had been lifted and turned around. she knows, of course, that she is not nearly as good at this as gintoki, but she had hoped, quite earnestly, that the words would have had some effect on the young girl... admittedly, olivia isn't too sure what else she had left to offer.
still, she doesn't turn or step away, instead letting alice reclaim her space herself. ]
I'm sorry.
[ for stepping out of line. for not doing enough. for igniting a memory that clearly pained her. for that someone's unfortunate fate. ]
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still, she doesn't turn or step away, instead letting alice reclaim her space herself. ]
I'm sorry.
[ for stepping out of line. for not doing enough. for igniting a memory that clearly pained her. for that someone's unfortunate fate. ]