[Suzuha can’t help but flinch at that, averting her gaze off to the side for a moment to stare at some overturned tables and chairs in the back of the food court instead of the other girl. The girl who is, fortunately or unfortunately, making a rather salient point. She’s survived as long as she has through sheer stubborn independence, and it’s hard not to cling to that even now. But it’s just going to wear her down further if she pushes too hard to keep up with the others.
And that’s kind of the thing—she’s got others here to help her out for once. It won’t kill her to depend on them a little. The exact opposite, in fact.]
…Sorry. You’re right.
[So her gaze returns to Hella, a little bit of sheepishness there to be seen beneath the cast of exhaustion, and she resumes the reach for her bag. It’s slipped off her shoulder almost gingerly, and she places the strap there into Hella’s awaiting hand.]
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And that’s kind of the thing—she’s got others here to help her out for once. It won’t kill her to depend on them a little. The exact opposite, in fact.]
…Sorry. You’re right.
[So her gaze returns to Hella, a little bit of sheepishness there to be seen beneath the cast of exhaustion, and she resumes the reach for her bag. It’s slipped off her shoulder almost gingerly, and she places the strap there into Hella’s awaiting hand.]
Thanks.