[ Shinobu freezes at the touch. It's more unexpected than the gruesome fight in front of them. She continues not to look at him, but her expression cracks, falling away into something desperately fragile for the briefest of moments. ]
I don't—
[ She sounds like she could almost cry, and then she slams a door over that, her features becoming as still waters as how he used to hold his heart. ]
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I don't—
[ She sounds like she could almost cry, and then she slams a door over that, her features becoming as still waters as how he used to hold his heart. ]
... That's not where my hand is.
[ It's the weakest insult she's ever given him. ]