[She watches Monika completely ignore the out Sayori gave them on this conversation, listens to words she doesn't deserve to hear. A few rapid blinks later, and she wonders why her vision's gone all blurry.
Ah, she's crying.
Hurriedly, she turns her face away and wipes her eyes on the cuffs of her coat, hoping maybe it'll just be a few tears and Monika won't make a big deal out of it. But she breathes in and it hitches, and she's sniffling through her nose, and— god, not again.
She doesn't know what to say, but it turns out that she doesn't have to think about it. It spills out of her automatically.] N-no. I'm not.
[And it's not clear what that's in response to, but it's clarified with her next words, small and ashamed:] I haven't been there for you.
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Ah, she's crying.
Hurriedly, she turns her face away and wipes her eyes on the cuffs of her coat, hoping maybe it'll just be a few tears and Monika won't make a big deal out of it. But she breathes in and it hitches, and she's sniffling through her nose, and— god, not again.
She doesn't know what to say, but it turns out that she doesn't have to think about it. It spills out of her automatically.] N-no. I'm not.
[And it's not clear what that's in response to, but it's clarified with her next words, small and ashamed:] I haven't been there for you.