[Utena tries to smile - she does - but it's a weak, fragile expression, and soon enough it falls apart. She wants to be happy, for Mami's sake, but all she can think of is that she's dying. She'll die here in her arms. She'll never laugh again...no more of her gentle, secretive smiles over the rim of a teacup, no more of the careful and elegant grace Utena so often observed in her movements. Not even her voice, the rich cadence and tone of it.
But at least, the thought comes unbidden, she won't be alone this time.
Utena bites down so hard on her lip that she draws blood, forces herself not to cry again.]
Mami? [She's gone so still that it makes a cold trickle of fear run down the length of Utena's spine.] Does it...does it hurt?
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But at least, the thought comes unbidden, she won't be alone this time.
Utena bites down so hard on her lip that she draws blood, forces herself not to cry again.]
Mami? [She's gone so still that it makes a cold trickle of fear run down the length of Utena's spine.] Does it...does it hurt?