[ It's so odd to watch a girl Sayaka's age deal with this. But then... but then she had taken every shortcut, hasn't she? She believes all of what she's saying, but every important person in her life before this time, other than James - he needed to force his way into her heart past her loneliness and trauma - had been her blood. Henry was hers from the moment she laid eyes on him in that maternity room. Ren was hers from the moment she played with the infant. Karin was hers the moment she laid eyes on that spitting image of her. Anju was hers the moment she stroked her doll-like hair and saw a little bit of James in her eyes. It's a shortcut, in no way invalidating what she said, but it's... different, simpler. More primal.
And before that, a family who... well, they're dead now.
But... oh. ]
Yes. How the world seems, all of it's immaterial as compared to what is felt.
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And before that, a family who... well, they're dead now.
But... oh. ]
Yes. How the world seems, all of it's immaterial as compared to what is felt.