[ It's all her, and it isn't. It's Petre's firey words as they sneer and hurt, it's Aoba call of her name, and the strange roar that comes from him that isn't at all like him. How much she tries to temper them both. She twists over her, guilty for snapping almost as quickly as she's done it. ]
(No.
I am mad at myself for not being able to do anything. For not being able to say goodbye again. I never got to make it up to Ares for scaring him.
Now he's gone. )
[ the could have been, should have done are heavy in her mouth, they taste like ash and dirt she's learning. But she swallows on it. ]
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( No.
I am mad at myself for not being able to do anything. For not being able to say goodbye again. I never got to make it up to Ares for scaring him.
Now he's gone. )
[ the could have been, should have done are heavy in her mouth, they taste like ash and dirt she's learning. But she swallows on it. ]