[Her heart skips a beat, the sensation both pleasant and exquisitely painful, and she doesn't pull her hands away despite the small voice in the back of her head suggesting that it would ultimately be for the best.]
...I'm going to miss you, too. [she swallows a sigh.] But I'm glad that you're resolved to go, that you understand what's most important.
[Mami is not the most important. She never was. She never will be. And she's accepted it even as that truth was a bitter, bitter pill that clawed up her insides on the way down.]
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...I'm going to miss you, too. [she swallows a sigh.] But I'm glad that you're resolved to go, that you understand what's most important.
[Mami is not the most important. She never was. She never will be. And she's accepted it even as that truth was a bitter, bitter pill that clawed up her insides on the way down.]