[ Every single word feels like Amiguchi's taking a pickaxe to her brain, mining out pain and hurt with every strike. Why are you saying all these horrible things? she wants to plead with him, like a grade schooler. She knows why. And she knows that, whatever else he might be, Shu Amiguchi is not a liar. She knows that every bit of what he's saying is true.
That's why it hurts so much. ]
Stop it!
[ In the small room, her cry comes out louder and shriller than she means it to – a plea instead of a demand. She's doubled up now, both hands gripping her head. She's certain that if he says even one more word, her skull might crack open like a geode, her hurt and her feelings laid bare as glittering stone.
It takes a while for her to find her breath. Her voice is watery but she blinks rapidly, then squeezes her eyes shut. If nothing else, if she can't even keep her composure then she at least can refuse to show Amigichi her tears. ]
W–why... would you come here to tell me all this...? What's the point of it? What do you even want from me, Amiguchi?!
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That's why it hurts so much. ]
Stop it!
[ In the small room, her cry comes out louder and shriller than she means it to – a plea instead of a demand. She's doubled up now, both hands gripping her head. She's certain that if he says even one more word, her skull might crack open like a geode, her hurt and her feelings laid bare as glittering stone.
It takes a while for her to find her breath. Her voice is watery but she blinks rapidly, then squeezes her eyes shut. If nothing else, if she can't even keep her composure then she at least can refuse to show Amigichi her tears. ]
W–why... would you come here to tell me all this...? What's the point of it? What do you even want from me, Amiguchi?!