[Well that settles it: it's more likely these are memories. Kyrie takes a shaky deep breath, putting her hands on the table]
Battler-kun...he's my son. My husband lied to me. I have spent the last eighteen years hating him because...I thought my son had died, and that he was his first wife's son.
I'm at a loss of what to do now.
[Especially if Jericho fulfilled his threat of telling secrets. That'd mean Battler knows about how much she hates him. Or hated. She doesn't know yet very well what she's feeling]
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[Well that settles it: it's more likely these are memories. Kyrie takes a shaky deep breath, putting her hands on the table]
Battler-kun...he's my son. My husband lied to me. I have spent the last eighteen years hating him because...I thought my son had died, and that he was his first wife's son.
I'm at a loss of what to do now.
[Especially if Jericho fulfilled his threat of telling secrets. That'd mean Battler knows about how much she hates him. Or hated. She doesn't know yet very well what she's feeling]