[She has to look at her, though she doesn't wish to. Has to look at that face, that invites her to spill her weakness, to spill her guts... but it isn't so easy as that.
Still barely held together, barely composed, Hayame replies through grit teeth, gaze averting so that she can try and avoid the sway of Rey's expression, the slight amount of camaraderie she felt with her.]
You wouldn't understand.
[That had been mostly proven to her, again, in the discussion chambers. None of them would. (Surely.)]
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Still barely held together, barely composed, Hayame replies through grit teeth, gaze averting so that she can try and avoid the sway of Rey's expression, the slight amount of camaraderie she felt with her.]
You wouldn't understand.
[That had been mostly proven to her, again, in the discussion chambers. None of them would. (Surely.)]