[ Overhearing the conversation of the two fighting, she pauses. Her heart sinking, lower and lower, until it settles somewhere in her stomach; there’s something in Bertolt’s eyes she used to mirror and admitting that to herself stings.
It hurts, even more, seeing him so feverishly reject Kotetsu. She didn’t mind watching Akira punch him, but… ]
The Kotetsu you may all know might not come back after this, you know? [ She asks, her voice calm despite everything. ] Are you prepared for that?
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It hurts, even more, seeing him so feverishly reject Kotetsu. She didn’t mind watching Akira punch him, but… ]
The Kotetsu you may all know might not come back after this, you know? [ She asks, her voice calm despite everything. ] Are you prepared for that?