[She doesn't catch it because she's intentionally not looking at him when she speaks. She doesn't like to see what people do, or how they react- most of the time, but especially not when speaking of things like this. Anything remotely personal. Remotely weak.
If she did her duty here... at least Yubari might survive. Might escape their master, and the shame of having a traitor and a failure for a blood sister.]
... He was very good with his hands.
[Fletching arrows, making bows... if times were different, perhaps he wouldn't have been an archer. A craftsman, or something...
But that was a silly thought in a world at war.
And despite the words she doesn't say aloud... she was proud of him. He had always been the better of them. If he were here, instead of her... he would make friends, and smile, and joke, and be free.
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If she did her duty here... at least Yubari might survive. Might escape their master, and the shame of having a traitor and a failure for a blood sister.]
... He was very good with his hands.
[Fletching arrows, making bows... if times were different, perhaps he wouldn't have been an archer. A craftsman, or something...
But that was a silly thought in a world at war.
And despite the words she doesn't say aloud... she was proud of him. He had always been the better of them. If he were here, instead of her... he would make friends, and smile, and joke, and be free.
And instead, it was her.]