[ it seems like she can't help but cry, her shoulders shaking and she stares in front of her as if she's looking at... something else. someone else.
there's a heartbroken expression on her face, slowly, a dawning look coming to her gaze. ]
...Ah. So, it wasn't... [ she looks at her hand, at her sword and the obvious fresh scratches on it. the notable scrapes and markings on the thin blade. ] ....No, it was him.. and then, it wasn't.
[ her voice is quieter, still staring in front of her. ] ..It was my fault. He died because of me.
no subject
there's a heartbroken expression on her face, slowly, a dawning look coming to her gaze. ]
...Ah. So, it wasn't... [ she looks at her hand, at her sword and the obvious fresh scratches on it. the notable scrapes and markings on the thin blade. ] ....No, it was him.. and then, it wasn't.
[ her voice is quieter, still staring in front of her. ] ..It was my fault. He died because of me.