[it's an honest question, born of a grieving heart. asked softly, as she stays where she is, bringing her cane across her lap to keep her steady.
breathing. if she was a worse person, uncontrolled by her education, her will, she'd want to scream at the heavens for the injustice of making death hurt again.]
[ Two, she'd never met. One, only in passing, at meetings and in the hallways. But the fourth was who had brought horrified tears to her eyes the previous day. She lowers her gaze. ]
I only have memories from the last few weeks... even though I was here before. But... Arata-san and I made the school store posters together. They helped me at a time when I needed it. We talked, and played games together...
[ Her voice falters and dies. It hadn't been enough. There's never enough time. All the time spent with Keigo and she barely knew them. ]
What about you, Helena-san? [ She already... guesses, that Helena knew both of them better. The shrieks and sobs from the previous day aren't something she'll easily forget. ]
[her hands fiddle with the cane on her lap, and she wonders how much to tell. that Rantarou was the first person to treat her with kindness here. that she's held Keigo when they were small and big alike, her clothes stained with their tears and their name given to her like a blessing.]
I knew them well.
[it's not a game to be won, this pain.]
...Sorry, Miss Chiaki, but I think I want to be alone for a little while.
[before she weeps again, salts the earth with it, and falls to pieces in a grief that wants to bitterly lash out at anything that comes near.]
Of course. [ It's a completely understandable request. Nanami would hear more if Helena wanted to offer it, today or another day...
But she was surprised Helena was alright with spending as much time with Nanami as she did, after yesterday. And Nanami goes to the cairn as a place to privately grieve, too... ]
I'll go make Subaru-kun's sandwich. I'll talk to you later, Helena-san.
[ And she's traipsing back to the school, her soft footsteps in the grass receding as she returns home. ]
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[it's an honest question, born of a grieving heart. asked softly, as she stays where she is, bringing her cane across her lap to keep her steady.
breathing. if she was a worse person, uncontrolled by her education, her will, she'd want to scream at the heavens for the injustice of making death hurt again.]
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I only have memories from the last few weeks... even though I was here before. But... Arata-san and I made the school store posters together. They helped me at a time when I needed it. We talked, and played games together...
[ Her voice falters and dies. It hadn't been enough. There's never enough time. All the time spent with Keigo and she barely knew them. ]
What about you, Helena-san? [ She already... guesses, that Helena knew both of them better. The shrieks and sobs from the previous day aren't something she'll easily forget. ]
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I knew them well.
[it's not a game to be won, this pain.]
...Sorry, Miss Chiaki, but I think I want to be alone for a little while.
[before she weeps again, salts the earth with it, and falls to pieces in a grief that wants to bitterly lash out at anything that comes near.]
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But she was surprised Helena was alright with spending as much time with Nanami as she did, after yesterday. And Nanami goes to the cairn as a place to privately grieve, too... ]
I'll go make Subaru-kun's sandwich. I'll talk to you later, Helena-san.
[ And she's traipsing back to the school, her soft footsteps in the grass receding as she returns home. ]