[ Face scrunching up into a series of furrows, her shoulders finally come down from their defensive arc. She was wrong, and she feels stupid. MM and Serge would have been talking her down, telling her to stop, to think. To not be a monster. Annie would have been gentle and reasonable, using soft-spoken logic and forgiving her for the mistake.
But they aren't here.
By herself, Kimiko feels like exactly what the Shining Light wanted her to be: a dumb, blunt weapon.
You're not all that great, yourself.
She owes him an apology too, but how? It's too many words for the toothpicks; too many words for Kimiko. Part of her is stewing in petulant annoyance that he had the audacity to show up wearing Soldier Boy's face (an illegitimate grandson?) and shoot her and— and exist. Her day was going really well before she saw him.
Looking around, Kimiko exhales. The hall is a mess, thanks to them. She starts small: picking up the table he upended when this whole thing began. She even picks up the cloth that had been covering it, laying it back across the table and smoothing down any wrinkles or air pockets. ]
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But they aren't here.
By herself, Kimiko feels like exactly what the Shining Light wanted her to be: a dumb, blunt weapon.
You're not all that great, yourself.
She owes him an apology too, but how? It's too many words for the toothpicks; too many words for Kimiko. Part of her is stewing in petulant annoyance that he had the audacity to show up wearing Soldier Boy's face (an illegitimate grandson?) and shoot her and— and exist. Her day was going really well before she saw him.
Looking around, Kimiko exhales. The hall is a mess, thanks to them. She starts small: picking up the table he upended when this whole thing began. She even picks up the cloth that had been covering it, laying it back across the table and smoothing down any wrinkles or air pockets. ]