[Her hands were soft and barely touched by strenuous activity compared to his. When he places his own against hers, her fingers slowly move to encase his palm.
To Fujino, the hand felt rough and it also made her feel very small. It was layers and layers of fighting and struggling she can't fathom very well. One could say Asagami Fujino felt humbled, maybe even ashamed because...
Ah...
If he knew, if he finds out... He'd hate someone like me.
A presumptuous thought, but it's not baseless in her mind. She acted out in 1998 in order to take and take, to grasp that wondrous sensation after years of repression and being pushed to the brink.
This person fought, perhaps for the sake of himself, but didn't his fighting mean something at least? For the sake of others and for tonight, for her sake, he gladly faced the inevitable and long lingering pain.]
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To Fujino, the hand felt rough and it also made her feel very small. It was layers and layers of fighting and struggling she can't fathom very well. One could say Asagami Fujino felt humbled, maybe even ashamed because...
Ah...
If he knew, if he finds out... He'd hate someone like me.
A presumptuous thought, but it's not baseless in her mind. She acted out in 1998 in order to take and take, to grasp that wondrous sensation after years of repression and being pushed to the brink.
This person fought, perhaps for the sake of himself, but didn't his fighting mean something at least? For the sake of others and for tonight, for her sake, he gladly faced the inevitable and long lingering pain.]
I'm sorry.
[Sorry for what exactly?
Well... Having to save a murderer like her.]