[ Futaba had been doing a decent job of holding herself together for the most part, left speechless at the action of her mother's shadow placing herself between her and Akechi. He'd moved away at the same time, but it was mostly her attention being on the surreal image of her mother standing here before her.
This... one wasn't real. Not that it didn't stop her chest from aching painfully either way. ]
I-I... I don't...
[ Her throat felt constricted and tight, making it hard to speak and there was blurriness building at the corners of her eyes. It didn't help that she could vividly feel the fake shadow's hand on her head; done the same way as her real mom had done when she'd been alive.
Then... there was that.
Something about those words stopped her short. Yeah they were former teammates and all but did that really count as her being someone he'd consider as important? She'd have to ask about that later, but for now there was still something to be said. ]
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This... one wasn't real. Not that it didn't stop her chest from aching painfully either way. ]
I-I... I don't...
[ Her throat felt constricted and tight, making it hard to speak and there was blurriness building at the corners of her eyes. It didn't help that she could vividly feel the fake shadow's hand on her head; done the same way as her real mom had done when she'd been alive.
Then... there was that.
Something about those words stopped her short. Yeah they were former teammates and all but did that really count as her being someone he'd consider as important? She'd have to ask about that later, but for now there was still something to be said. ]
He... won't hurt me. It's alright.