[ I would've talked to her if she'd just have let me, as if talking could solve anything, when Shoko has seen the ways in which it does absolutely nothing. Not when someone is set in their decision. When they've made up their mind, and chosen their fate. And what would talking to Kotoha have done, when she could barely speak a word for herself in the very end?
Shoko folds her arms across her chest, drawing in another smoke-filled breath and letting her words jostle the cigarette that hangs between her lips.
Perhaps their pasts have shaped them into people whose perspectives on this matter simply will not align, but at the very least, they can agree that this fucking sucks. ]
Of course I do.
[ A beat. ]
You know that I'm the last person here who can stop you from doing anything, Hella.
[ Which is to say, no matter how much they may disagree, Shoko also knows there's nothing she can really do to stop Hella. ]
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Shoko folds her arms across her chest, drawing in another smoke-filled breath and letting her words jostle the cigarette that hangs between her lips.
Perhaps their pasts have shaped them into people whose perspectives on this matter simply will not align, but at the very least, they can agree that this fucking sucks. ]
Of course I do.
[ A beat. ]
You know that I'm the last person here who can stop you from doing anything, Hella.
[ Which is to say, no matter how much they may disagree, Shoko also knows there's nothing she can really do to stop Hella. ]