[Satoko startles a bit when Mion wraps both her hands around Satoko's outstretched hand. Her grip on the chair tightens, that ugly feeling of fight or flight burning under her skin, but when Mion speaks... her words are so certain, and her hand is warm, not the cold grip one would expect of someone who is supposed to be dead.
It's a warmth that she hasn't had the chance to experience from any of her friends in a while, but it's a familiar warmth... she doesn't want to think that not only could someone fake being Mion, but that they could fake that, too.
Sonozaki Mion is the leader of their club. She would never lie to her club members, not when it matters the most. Satoko... wants to trust in this, if nothing else.
She lets go of the chair, letting it clatter to the floor as she brings her other hand up to join the ones clasped in Mion's, her tears falling free now.]
Mion-san... Mion-san, I'm sorry...
[She doesn't know what to say. How do you apologize for doubting your friend's existence, or even explain that it was because they shouldn't be there at all? And if it actually isn't Mion... does that make her selfish for wanting to wish that it was?]
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It's a warmth that she hasn't had the chance to experience from any of her friends in a while, but it's a familiar warmth... she doesn't want to think that not only could someone fake being Mion, but that they could fake that, too.
Sonozaki Mion is the leader of their club. She would never lie to her club members, not when it matters the most. Satoko... wants to trust in this, if nothing else.
She lets go of the chair, letting it clatter to the floor as she brings her other hand up to join the ones clasped in Mion's, her tears falling free now.]
Mion-san... Mion-san, I'm sorry...
[She doesn't know what to say. How do you apologize for doubting your friend's existence, or even explain that it was because they shouldn't be there at all? And if it actually isn't Mion... does that make her selfish for wanting to wish that it was?]