[ Asuka shifts and tries to pull the pile of blankets she's burrowed under a bit further over her head. Her response is muffled and her voice is strained. Scratchy. ]
I shouldn't have to. Or want to. It's... weak.
[ Weak and silly and something for small children. And it hurts. It always hurts. Because she still cries, even if she doesn't want to. Even if she hates it. And that sensation pulses out of her. The drained, empty feeling of someone who is out of tears or perhaps of someone who has too many. ]
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I shouldn't have to. Or want to. It's... weak.
[ Weak and silly and something for small children. And it hurts. It always hurts. Because she still cries, even if she doesn't want to. Even if she hates it. And that sensation pulses out of her. The drained, empty feeling of someone who is out of tears or perhaps of someone who has too many. ]