[He cradles her face between his palms, wincing for a moment that one has to be metal, devoid of warmth--but he holds her, tries to meet her eyes, tries to steady her.]
I'm sorry. It's not your fault, I promise. None of it could be.
[How can the state of her Japan be her fault? How can she blame herself when hordes of unthinking, once-human creatures, flesh-eating and contagious and the death of humanity itself, of the mind--when those roam all but her tiny corner of 'safety?' How can she think she's responsible for anything but her own survival in a world that's left her nothing?
But she must. She's human. In her situation... what would he be? Looking at her, his eyes are wet, too.]
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[He cradles her face between his palms, wincing for a moment that one has to be metal, devoid of warmth--but he holds her, tries to meet her eyes, tries to steady her.]
I'm sorry. It's not your fault, I promise. None of it could be.
[How can the state of her Japan be her fault? How can she blame herself when hordes of unthinking, once-human creatures, flesh-eating and contagious and the death of humanity itself, of the mind--when those roam all but her tiny corner of 'safety?' How can she think she's responsible for anything but her own survival in a world that's left her nothing?
But she must. She's human. In her situation... what would he be? Looking at her, his eyes are wet, too.]
I'm sorry... I'm sorry she's gone. Yuuri, I'm sorry.