[The mere thought about it was making her anxiety creep up some more, with her heart beating faster and faster. She squeezed her mom's hand a bit more tightly, and though it helped to keep her calm, it did little to stop the slight trembling she was experiencing.]
Natsuri would usually put on a tough exterior, but deep down, she was sweet and fun as anyone I'd ever met. To her, the club was a safe place she could come to and be with friends. I'm happy I was able to give her that.
Then there's Yuri. She was heard to really get to know with how much time she spent reading her books. But I also think she was passionate and smart. Her poems were always so detailed and you could tell that she was enjoying herself.
And Sayori, she...
[Oh, god.]
I...
[She's trying not to cry, but it's a failing effort.]
I was so cruel to her. I wish I could just take back everything I did.
[ Chariot had a feeling things were going to start dissolving really quick after that first pause. That nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach, those instincts that she could really only say were maternal...
She was quick to close the distance between them, embracing Monika and letting her shed those tears. ]
Guilt... it's a deathly burden. It can feel suffocating at times...
[Chariot's unconditional love was a large contributor to the healing Monika had gone through. But the memories of what she did would never truly fade away, and she would have to live with that for the rest of her life.
And while she had made her peace with that, some days were just tough than others.]
These are... difficult questions to answer. And I'm not sure I have any for you. I've asked them of myself quite a bit.
[ She still did. She still carried it with her, a constant hook in her heart that drug it down whenever she allowed her thoughts to dwell on it. Akko had forgiven her, in her case, but that struggle with whether or not she deserved it, whether or not she could forgive herself, was something... only time would be able to discern. ]
We can't ever really know until more time has passed...
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Natsuri would usually put on a tough exterior, but deep down, she was sweet and fun as anyone I'd ever met. To her, the club was a safe place she could come to and be with friends. I'm happy I was able to give her that.
Then there's Yuri. She was heard to really get to know with how much time she spent reading her books. But I also think she was passionate and smart. Her poems were always so detailed and you could tell that she was enjoying herself.
And Sayori, she...
[Oh, god.]
I...
[She's trying not to cry, but it's a failing effort.]
I was so cruel to her. I wish I could just take back everything I did.
[No one should have to go through that.]
I wish I could tell her how sorry I am.
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She was quick to close the distance between them, embracing Monika and letting her shed those tears. ]
Guilt... it's a deathly burden. It can feel suffocating at times...
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And while she had made her peace with that, some days were just tough than others.]
Sometimes I wonder, if they ever make it here...
Would they forgive me?
Do I even deserve to be forgiven?
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[ She still did. She still carried it with her, a constant hook in her heart that drug it down whenever she allowed her thoughts to dwell on it. Akko had forgiven her, in her case, but that struggle with whether or not she deserved it, whether or not she could forgive herself, was something... only time would be able to discern. ]
We can't ever really know until more time has passed...