[Over the course of the night, it seems Hayame's pride had cracked enough to use a blanket. But the blanket doesn't disguise how her heavy body shivers with cold, or how shallow her breath seems compared to the previous day. The hand that had been simply stiff the previous day is curled protectively at her breast, half hidden by the other. And if she knew how to laugh... perhaps she would laugh. Perhaps if she knew how to laugh she would not want to weep instead.]
Rejoice.
[The bitterness (the shame) in her voice is unmistakable, even though it comes out quietly, from a half-locked jaw.]
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Rejoice.
[The bitterness (the shame) in her voice is unmistakable, even though it comes out quietly, from a half-locked jaw.]
You were the one between us who proved correct.