[Kotoha sits back a little against the bench as Shoko thinks. She's patient, watching the other girl with a faint, worried furrow in her brain.
That's... pretty normal, she thinks. A totally normal, totally reasonable reaction. She's only gathered a few bits and pieces of what happened in the other group, but obviously, it was Bad.
And now here Shoko is, wanting to be a doctor, with a friend missing an arm now, and a tired, beaten down group.]
...
[Childish? Yeah, she thinks it probably is. Nothing wrong with being childish, she thinks, though.
So she reaches out for Shoko's hand, if she allows it, flipping her hand over so she can rest her fingers in her palm.
She can't speak, so she traces out the characters instead, slowly but surely:
itaino itaino tondeke. pain, pain, go away.
And then she swipes her hand away from Shoko's palm, gently tossing the pain away.
Maybe it's childish, but--it's a lot, so isn't it okay to be childish? At the very least, Kotoha will be childish with her.]
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That's... pretty normal, she thinks. A totally normal, totally reasonable reaction. She's only gathered a few bits and pieces of what happened in the other group, but obviously, it was Bad.
And now here Shoko is, wanting to be a doctor, with a friend missing an arm now, and a tired, beaten down group.]
...
[Childish? Yeah, she thinks it probably is. Nothing wrong with being childish, she thinks, though.
So she reaches out for Shoko's hand, if she allows it, flipping her hand over so she can rest her fingers in her palm.
She can't speak, so she traces out the characters instead, slowly but surely:
itaino itaino tondeke. pain, pain, go away.
And then she swipes her hand away from Shoko's palm, gently tossing the pain away.
Maybe it's childish, but--it's a lot, so isn't it okay to be childish? At the very least, Kotoha will be childish with her.]