Nill is pretty sure no one has ever done that for her.
Not Heine, who had saved her from a life of slavery and disgusting men.
Not her senpai, who had saved her from wasting away in an empty house, waiting for someone that never did return and whose face she couldn't remember.
Not the man with the scarred face or the man with the computers, who had both probably died trying to save her her, only for her to die as well.
Not even Shika, who Nill had shed so many tears herself for; Who knew she had run away and died and never once asked her why.
(It hurt when you did things for people and they never realized or asked why or even cared--)
Nill closes her eyes. She's sick. She's so sick. Sick to death of everything. She can't do it anymore, and Yosuke is crying for her, as if she deserved something like that.
Nill doesn't say anything, and just tugs him into her room.]
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Nill is pretty sure no one has ever done that for her.
Not Heine, who had saved her from a life of slavery and disgusting men.
Not her senpai, who had saved her from wasting away in an empty house, waiting for someone that never did return and whose face she couldn't remember.
Not the man with the scarred face or the man with the computers, who had both probably died trying to save her her, only for her to die as well.
Not even Shika, who Nill had shed so many tears herself for; Who knew she had run away and died and never once asked her why.
(It hurt when you did things for people and they never realized or asked why or even cared--)
Nill closes her eyes. She's sick. She's so sick. Sick to death of everything. She can't do it anymore, and Yosuke is crying for her, as if she deserved something like that.
Nill doesn't say anything, and just tugs him into her room.]