>Yeah, it's break down time. The kinda where you gotta fall to your knees because the legs go in sympathy strike kind.
>You try not to let it get to you. You really do. You like to think you've been managing this whole ordeal pretty well, considering. But on top of all the death and isolation you've faced so far, having the dearest person in your world write you off as a nutcase or some kind of liar... Dammit, Mokou. Why the hell do you have to be so insensitive? Can't you see!?
>"Hey, I want an answer," she snaps. "And cut the crap this time. Don't think I won't hurt you if you don't tell me what you're
really doing sneaking into my house."
>Dammit, Mokou. Can't you see you already have?
>First, a tear gathers in the corner of your eye, then you choke back a sob, and soon you find yourself slumped against a tree, sobbing openly. Rumia frowns and tries to give your arm an awkward
>"Hey..." Mokou doesn't sound as harsh as she did a moment ago.