[He keeps coming… and Hayame holds her ground. Even if she herself can’t identify the reason she feels so… so something about this man… she cannot easily admit the weakness of it, the fact that her shard has a crack in it she cannot explain that had left cracks likewise in her memory.
So when he approaches so meekly, in that way that makes her want to grab him by the collar and shake him until he finds a shred of manliness or pride-]
Sorry for what?
[… She snaps, covering her ignorance and hoping he has the answer.]
no subject
So when he approaches so meekly, in that way that makes her want to grab him by the collar and shake him until he finds a shred of manliness or pride-]
Sorry for what?
[… She snaps, covering her ignorance and hoping he has the answer.]