[she coughs a little again, and then shifts and settles so that she's got her back leaning against kon, her fingers coming up to tangle into ichiro's shirt. she's exhausted, and - sad, just. sad. even the joke doesn't do much - she can't get herself to finish it out, as much as she wants to.
she helped kill someone, for what feels like no reason at all, just - following a story that's being written for her. she's tried so hard her entire life to not have that be a thing.
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she helped kill someone, for what feels like no reason at all, just - following a story that's being written for her. she's tried so hard her entire life to not have that be a thing.
she just swallows hard.]
I wanna go home.