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“I don’t need your help,” the girl responds, spitting her words out like gravel. Even as Kam-- Hajime approaches, she turns and looks at him sidelong with eyes full of mistrust. Even as her body wobbles and buckles, she doesn’t reach out to him. She’d rather fall.
“I don’t need your help, OR your pity. I’d rather crawl around on my belly than accept help from a bunch of fucking traitors. The only reason I haven’t thrown myself into the ocean is because there’s a chance that Junko might still be left inside one of the ones who hasn’t woken up.”
... she quickly shakes her head. Stupid... Stupid! Her hands ball up into fists and she starts mumbling to herself... biting her lips.
“No, more than a chance, that HAS to be what happened. That’s what happened. I just have to wait. Just have to wait...
...
... Hey, hey. What’s that?”
The girl finally takes notice of the package in Hajime’s hand, but not before stuttering out her new speech impediment. Another scar the machine left.
