Favoring Eye’s talent has always been emotions, don’t you know? She doesn’t need powers to sense this sadness, however: arms wrap around shoulders and pull other close to her, provide some sense of comfort— what kind of hero are you if you cannot even do that much. She is sorry, is what Ayano would like to say, but what good will apologies do? Sometimes, there are no words that will suffice, only your actions will do.
No words are needed. Ayano pulls Marry into a hug– a real one, not a mockery of one meant to wound her like in her dream –and pink eyed girl melts into it, face buried deep and expression hidden by the original Mekakushi Dan’s leader.
Only moments pass, but feels like hours.
“…Thank you.”
Maybe this should only worsen her guilt, Ayano’s comfort, but held tightly in embrace she tries to leave no room for sad thoughts. Inklings of feelings and words squeeze through regardless, of course, but Marry does not give them time or focus.
“…Ayano… There’s someone I want to see again desperately.“ Quiet voice, warbling. “But I’m scared that, even if I do… Then I won’t even recognise them.”
Vague enough concerns, vague enough that even Marry does not understand the meaning of them.
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