Funny. She smiles, wry, the sense of it palpable despite the hoods that obscure their faces. These are the words she can picture someone else saying to her. Ritsuko, most usually. Kaji, in more words than she, with the sentences formed just so that he could never be accused of being anything but gentle. She crouches, busying herself with unlacing her boots to lace it up again tighter. ]
Anyway, it wouldn't be your fault. It might feel like it. But it isn't.
[ Another advice, lest the first one doesn't suffice. ]
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[ An advice to her younger self, no, to herself.
Funny. She smiles, wry, the sense of it palpable despite the hoods that obscure their faces. These are the words she can picture someone else saying to her. Ritsuko, most usually. Kaji, in more words than she, with the sentences formed just so that he could never be accused of being anything but gentle. She crouches, busying herself with unlacing her boots to lace it up again tighter. ]
Anyway, it wouldn't be your fault. It might feel like it. But it isn't.
[ Another advice, lest the first one doesn't suffice. ]