Haruna's batteries are low - open
Haruna was no longer crying and had almost completely calmed herself down. She was still sad, but then again, that was to be expected. She and the others would probably be sad for a long time.
Haruna wanted to hide herself in her room, but that made her think of the first time she was kidnapped. She was too young to remember, but at least she wasn't being forced to kill anyone. Then again, she was their sole captive and was about six. Someone had died, though. A policeman. One of her kidnappers had been wounded, but they didn't die.
Being hugged probably had played a part in calming her down. She had been hugged up before, but not by almost complete strangers. She had no idea on how she was supposed to react to that. Shizuka liked books, didn't he? Maybe she could ask him to pick one of hers.
She was sitting on a bench, sketchbook in hands. Drawing something would make her feel a bit less miserable. But then again, wouldn't be completely happy insulting for Koneko and Ken? Or maybe not, maybe they wanted others to be happy.
She wasn't even in the mood to draw a weapon.. Maybe she should try another hand at drawing portraits. Maybe draw Koneko or Ken, but she didn't remember their faces well. She probably didn't want to. Some animals or maybe... Hum, Luna Lovegood? Or some other fictional character...
She was drawing when she noticed someone aproaching her. Maybe they could talk or... Something. Maybe talking about random subjects would be a good distracting.
"Hello," she was still smiling, but her voice was less energetic than the usual, "I..." she didn't even know what she could possibly say, "We're not alright, but we'll be, right?" she probably shouldn't sound so doubtful.








