[Ayumu shakes her head once, an unconscious, almost convulsive denial; for a fraction of a second she has the impulse to cover her ears entirely, like a child hearing something they don't wish to. Which she doesn't, she doesn't want to hear the fears and doubts of her own heart spoken aloud, much less by a man who barely knows her but knows her entirely too well at the same time.
But she cannot break down, can not, will not, even as she realizes she isn't certain why. To maintain her pride, if nothing else, for what else is left to her now?
She turns away abruptly, as though hiding her face will hide any of her other reactions, as some of her tension bleeds even into her voice when she speaks again.]
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But she cannot break down, can not, will not, even as she realizes she isn't certain why. To maintain her pride, if nothing else, for what else is left to her now?
She turns away abruptly, as though hiding her face will hide any of her other reactions, as some of her tension bleeds even into her voice when she speaks again.]
I have nothing else to say to you.