Hey, [her voice cracks as she tries to speak up. Rin's hand raises to rest on the back of Amos' palm.]
Just... tell me she's not real. Right? You don't see a shard on her, do you? Tell m—
[Rin attempts to move out from behind Amos, but Sakura doesn't seem to be taking his interruption well. The younger sister's expression twists as her eyes glow a bit. The tendrils of her ribbon dress begin to undulate at a more agitated pace.
"You have no right keeping my sister from me. She's mine." Sakura's final word is heavy — dripping with some mixture of possession and disgust.]
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Just... tell me she's not real. Right? You don't see a shard on her, do you? Tell m—
[Rin attempts to move out from behind Amos, but Sakura doesn't seem to be taking his interruption well. The younger sister's expression twists as her eyes glow a bit. The tendrils of her ribbon dress begin to undulate at a more agitated pace.
"You have no right keeping my sister from me. She's mine." Sakura's final word is heavy — dripping with some mixture of possession and disgust.]