[Even though it feels so slow to her, like eternity (no such thing, no such thing, no such thing--), in reality it happens in an instant. Her hand squeezes around the bottle too tightly, causing the water to escape and cover her hand. Next, she drops the bottle, the remaining water spilling onto the floor.
Then she falls to her knees, holding herself and just trying to block everything out. The bodies that had surrounded them, the deaths she caused... and then, less recent things. Her parents dying, her waiting for death in a coffin next to theirs, a prince--one she thought was an angel of death--enticing her curiosity and causing her to leave the coffin to follow him. The poor girl before her, so many swords, the rose bride, no, it can't be, Himemiya--?!
She doesn't scream or cry. All she can manage is a whimper, weakly raising her head to look at Jean. This is so embarrassing. This is weak. She shouldn't be doing this. She wants... she wants to be a prince... she wants to be a prince, so she can save her. So she can save Himemiya... but--!]
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Then she falls to her knees, holding herself and just trying to block everything out. The bodies that had surrounded them, the deaths she caused... and then, less recent things. Her parents dying, her waiting for death in a coffin next to theirs, a prince--one she thought was an angel of death--enticing her curiosity and causing her to leave the coffin to follow him. The poor girl before her, so many swords, the rose bride, no, it can't be, Himemiya--?!
She doesn't scream or cry. All she can manage is a whimper, weakly raising her head to look at Jean. This is so embarrassing. This is weak. She shouldn't be doing this. She wants... she wants to be a prince... she wants to be a prince, so she can save her. So she can save Himemiya... but--!]