[Hakuno has her back pressed to the wall, her heart in her throat, and her eyes trained, unblinking, on his face. That lost expression... the anger, the pain, the confusion--
Very slowly and very gently, she reaches up for the fist beside her head. There's a tremor to her fingers, but it isn't fear rattling them; there's no hesitation when she fishes out a handkerchief from a coat pocket to wipe away the blood already beading up. It's an emotion she can't--shouldn't--put a name to, something that aches against her spine and claws at her ribcage, some unknown beast pacing away.
Like calls to like.
Hakuno tries very hard, to be happy about her current life.
Her fingers gradually stop shaking, her heart sinks back down where it belongs, and she finds her voice]
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Very slowly and very gently, she reaches up for the fist beside her head. There's a tremor to her fingers, but it isn't fear rattling them; there's no hesitation when she fishes out a handkerchief from a coat pocket to wipe away the blood already beading up. It's an emotion she can't--shouldn't--put a name to, something that aches against her spine and claws at her ribcage, some unknown beast pacing away.
Like calls to like.
Hakuno tries very hard, to be happy about her current life.
Her fingers gradually stop shaking, her heart sinks back down where it belongs, and she finds her voice]
...somebody left, I take it?