[ Wow, she. The emotions are definitely of someone bracing herself to accept literally whatever is about to happen, though she takes a second to resign herself before she turns back and.
[ Otome stares back, and honestly, her emotions are also all over the place. Whichever one is most prevalent is difficult to pick out, but whatever it is, it causes her to stand still as he reaches for her, even as her breath emerges shakily.
[He just holds her hand for a moment. And it's like a switch is turned on, and the sorrow and grief he was holding back spill out. He's blinking away tears. Everything that happened. Everything that was done. Everything that could be done.]
[She...probably won't survive this week, will she?]
[He finally shakes his head with some finality, turning his gaze away. Pained. Heartbroken. They were friends, they were and then she...]
[His hand slips out of hers, voice quiet as he speaks - anger rising, but sadness more than anything]
[ People who confess to murder rarely live a whole week, if that. Otome's braced herself for it, for whatever may come, and she's braced herself to be hated, but the grief and the heartbreak and the tears in Mandricardo's eyes are much worse.
They're mirrored, really, though her own tears slip down her face and when he drops his hand back to his side, her heart breaks even further.
But she did this. There will always be consequences and she swallows the lump in her throat, the apologies that will accomplish nothing, the explanations she can't give.
Someone had told her that this might have been the cruelest part, that she had to live in dread when she could have just gone to her death like Catra had. And she thinks they were right.
Otome gazes at her hand, vision blurry with tears, then dips her head. ]
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[The painkillers, he means.]
[Even though he's actually in some pain right now.]
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... Just in case. I'll leave them here. [ And she'll take a blister pack of them out of her bag and place them on the examining table.
With a small nod she'll just turn to leave him be. ]
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...Hey.
[He says, as she turns away.]
Come back here.
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[ Wow, she. The emotions are definitely of someone bracing herself to accept literally whatever is about to happen, though she takes a second to resign herself before she turns back and.
Limp-walks slowly over without a word. ]
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[He stares at her for a long moment.]
[It's just a mess. A mess of conflicting emotions.]
[He reaches out a hand. Its hard to tell what's emotion's behind it.]
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She doesn't flinch or move. ]
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[His hand is still outstretched.]
[Still, the buzz of emotions. His face is impassive.]
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Resignation and resolve both coalesce into one as she takes one more breath and then reaches out to take his hand. ]
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[She...probably won't survive this week, will she?]
[He finally shakes his head with some finality, turning his gaze away. Pained. Heartbroken. They were friends, they were and then she...]
[His hand slips out of hers, voice quiet as he speaks - anger rising, but sadness more than anything]
...You can go now.
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They're mirrored, really, though her own tears slip down her face and when he drops his hand back to his side, her heart breaks even further.
But she did this. There will always be consequences and she swallows the lump in her throat, the apologies that will accomplish nothing, the explanations she can't give.
Someone had told her that this might have been the cruelest part, that she had to live in dread when she could have just gone to her death like Catra had. And she thinks they were right.
Otome gazes at her hand, vision blurry with tears, then dips her head. ]
Thank you for everything up til now, Mandricardo.
[ And she'll leave. ]