[ she doesn't care. and she's so, so relieved that he doesn't say it, because for once, she wants to hurt, and not feel guilty for it. for once, she wants to be selfish, she wants to not downplay, she wants to feel what she's feeling.
yasusada sits next to her, and she leans a little closer, out of habit. ]
I think I know why. But I don't think I'm allowed to tell you much. [ she says it quietly, apologetically, glancing at him. ] I'm only partially sure, anyway. He couldn't confirm anything.
That's alright. I understand. [He nods a little; it's not all that surprising. Still, he's glad there was a reason. Or, well--there's almost always some kind of reason, but he doesn't think she would've been so pained, if he'd done it just for the sake of it.] I'd just like to help. If I can.
[But he didn't come here to grill her for information. If helping is just sitting here and keeping her company, then he'll do that.]
[ honestly, just... sitting with her for a while, that helps. she goes quiet if he doesn't have anything else to say, but eventually she carefully offers him her hand and eases to lean against the wall.
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yasusada sits next to her, and she leans a little closer, out of habit. ]
I think I know why. But I don't think I'm allowed to tell you much. [ she says it quietly, apologetically, glancing at him. ] I'm only partially sure, anyway. He couldn't confirm anything.
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[But he didn't come here to grill her for information. If helping is just sitting here and keeping her company, then he'll do that.]
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what a good sword. ]