[Some of her own guilt manages to make itself heard in her voice.]
Before I knew, I did used to think poorly of my mother.
[She'd even entertained the thought of killing her, but not before asking her why they didn't just kill her - instead of letting her live a life of misery that was expected of someone who looked different from the humans.]
I know it doesn't do any good to think about the what-ifs, especially since she's dead and it won't bring her back, but sometimes I just can't help it. Now that I know the truth, I wish I could've saved her.
[She slowly curls her fingers around his hand so that they're actually holding hands now. Despite having just met, she finds the touch comforting. Must be the kizuna. She sends him a questioning gaze.]
Do you ever have similar thoughts when you think about your father? Wishing you did things differently?
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[Some of her own guilt manages to make itself heard in her voice.]
Before I knew, I did used to think poorly of my mother.
[She'd even entertained the thought of killing her, but not before asking her why they didn't just kill her - instead of letting her live a life of misery that was expected of someone who looked different from the humans.]
I know it doesn't do any good to think about the what-ifs, especially since she's dead and it won't bring her back, but sometimes I just can't help it. Now that I know the truth, I wish I could've saved her.
[She slowly curls her fingers around his hand so that they're actually holding hands now. Despite having just met, she finds the touch comforting. Must be the kizuna. She sends him a questioning gaze.]
Do you ever have similar thoughts when you think about your father? Wishing you did things differently?