[... Most of them. Hayame does not want to imagine more of them, more soul-eating, writhing masses of eyes and shadows pretending to be smiling gentleman that whisper sick things into the ears of those she hates and those she loves both.
She had not planned to love anyone. She was supposed to know better. Love was a weakness, and now, just as she has always feared, despite others claiming it would be her strength...
In this, it feels as if...
Hayame is quiet for a long time. She does not discuss her feelings easily. She does not know if D even wants to hear such a thing, or understands such things, she just... Who is she going to say it to? D is here. Listening.]
... I allowed him the foolishness of choosing me.
How can I allow him to potentially choose death for it, too?
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She had not planned to love anyone. She was supposed to know better. Love was a weakness, and now, just as she has always feared, despite others claiming it would be her strength...
In this, it feels as if...
Hayame is quiet for a long time. She does not discuss her feelings easily. She does not know if D even wants to hear such a thing, or understands such things, she just... Who is she going to say it to? D is here. Listening.]
... I allowed him the foolishness of choosing me.
How can I allow him to potentially choose death for it, too?