Kaede's whole body sags with a relief she immediately feels guilty for. It's not a name she recognizes; it's not the name of one of her classmates. It can't just be a coincidence, right?
But she wants it to be. God, she wants it to be. She finally kneels down to start gathering up the music she dropped, realizing absently that her hands are shaking.]
I'm... sorry to have pressed you on something so horrible, [she says faintly, falling into an almost familiar politeness as she hears her own heartbeat roaring in her ears. It's loud, too loud. She can't let them just fall into silence like this.]
If... if you don't want to talk about it, it's okay. But... talking about bad stuff can help, too, Komaeda-san.
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[Junko Enoshima.
Kaede's whole body sags with a relief she immediately feels guilty for. It's not a name she recognizes; it's not the name of one of her classmates. It can't just be a coincidence, right?
But she wants it to be. God, she wants it to be. She finally kneels down to start gathering up the music she dropped, realizing absently that her hands are shaking.]
I'm... sorry to have pressed you on something so horrible, [she says faintly, falling into an almost familiar politeness as she hears her own heartbeat roaring in her ears. It's loud, too loud. She can't let them just fall into silence like this.]
If... if you don't want to talk about it, it's okay. But... talking about bad stuff can help, too, Komaeda-san.