[everything is a mess, and Mitsuru doesn't even know where to start cleaning up. if she can even clean it up. too many things are happening that are way outside her ability to control, to piece together. how the hell was she supposed to comfort someone when they watched their friend be ripped apart by people who were supposed to be comrades?]
[still. . .]
[she has to try]
. . . Ashikawa?
[her voice is soft, and carries gently to the branch where he sits. for now, she simply stands underneath, arms folded and expression. . . sad]
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[everything is a mess, and Mitsuru doesn't even know where to start cleaning up. if she can even clean it up. too many things are happening that are way outside her ability to control, to piece together. how the hell was she supposed to comfort someone when they watched their friend be ripped apart by people who were supposed to be comrades?]
[still. . .]
[she has to try]
. . . Ashikawa?
[her voice is soft, and carries gently to the branch where he sits. for now, she simply stands underneath, arms folded and expression. . . sad]