[ Marcille leaves him be in that time. While some small, inescapable voice in the back of her mind says she may have overstepped or upset him, she ignores it in favor of dressing up her room, doing her hair (again), hanging flowers and herbs to dry near her desk, talking to her golden hummingbird while it zips and spins circles in the air.
So maybe she's self-soothing. She's learned so much about Yuji and Choso's universe that it makes her head spin. It sounds relentless, bathed in blood. If she'd met them at an earlier time in her life, she probably wouldn't have accepted them at all. The recent events in her life back home stripped down her righteousness like a seed, down to its small and selfish core.
Or is she just lonely here, grasping desperately onto whatever small connection she cobbles together? The thought flashes in her head, and then Choso responds.
She's relieved. She sits on her bed and replies: ]
Same to you okay? Yuji needs help but you should take care of yourself too!
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So maybe she's self-soothing. She's learned so much about Yuji and Choso's universe that it makes her head spin. It sounds relentless, bathed in blood. If she'd met them at an earlier time in her life, she probably wouldn't have accepted them at all. The recent events in her life back home stripped down her righteousness like a seed, down to its small and selfish core.
Or is she just lonely here, grasping desperately onto whatever small connection she cobbles together? The thought flashes in her head, and then Choso responds.
She's relieved. She sits on her bed and replies: ]
Same to you okay?
Yuji needs help but you should take care of yourself too!