[That's new. She'd never been able to say something that well and truly silenced Miach before. It seems to be an apt reflection of how times have changed, though the feeling is markedly bitter.]
Why?
[The question escapes her lips before she can think to silence herself. The regret is immediate; it's a question that should be pondered on her own. The thought of Miach's real answer is terrifying in its uncertainty. It never used to be an uncertainty.]
no subject
Why?
[The question escapes her lips before she can think to silence herself. The regret is immediate; it's a question that should be pondered on her own. The thought of Miach's real answer is terrifying in its uncertainty. It never used to be an uncertainty.]
... Never mind.