[It's lost on her, a little, that she might be Miach's first friend. It's more unnerving having things that she thinks, things that she worries about, pointed out to her. This makes Nana wonder; makes Nana worry that, maybe, she is wrong.
If she is wrong, what does that mean? Where does that leave everything she did? Nana's eyes widen unevenly, a flicker of emotion in them, and her fingers drift -- tips lingering on the edges of the keys, and then finally fall off.
She's quieter when she speaks.]
...yes, I want something real.
[She wants to say that it's real -- that it's a real bond, with these people who don't know her that well. But it's always complicated by how much she holds back. Nana's head hangs down, twin tails dipping with her bangs, and she shakes her head.]
But I... I do care about them. I care about all of them. Too much to let go, too much to focus on myself. I do need them.
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[It's lost on her, a little, that she might be Miach's first friend. It's more unnerving having things that she thinks, things that she worries about, pointed out to her. This makes Nana wonder; makes Nana worry that, maybe, she is wrong.
If she is wrong, what does that mean? Where does that leave everything she did? Nana's eyes widen unevenly, a flicker of emotion in them, and her fingers drift -- tips lingering on the edges of the keys, and then finally fall off.
She's quieter when she speaks.]
...yes, I want something real.
[She wants to say that it's real -- that it's a real bond, with these people who don't know her that well. But it's always complicated by how much she holds back. Nana's head hangs down, twin tails dipping with her bangs, and she shakes her head.]
But I... I do care about them. I care about all of them. Too much to let go, too much to focus on myself. I do need them.
Even if it hurts.