[The derision falls from Sayo's face, the illusion of the witch dispersing at such frightful honesty from Anna. They hang their head, scrabbling to find a silence to think in within the hurricane of the party and the more private typhoon of their own mind.
A novel's worth of emotions scratch at their throat, and Sayo wishes that they could conjure a message bottle, hand it to Anna, and vanish like Beatrice herself so that they wouldn't have to mortify themself with their clumsy, stumbling human words. But alas, Sayo Yasuda is not a witch, but a human. And if they want to stay that way as they've been so desperately struggling for, they need to communicate on the human plane.
Feet on the ground. Water in her hands. Focusing on these sensations, Sayo crawls their way toward making sense.]
It's not... like that. I'm not angry at you. I just... [Their free hand clenches and quakes.]
Every time, I've made this mistake. I've always waited too long. Sabotaged myself.
You're not to blame. And... besides. You make her happy. [A wan smile.] So I'm glad for that, at least. For you.
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[The derision falls from Sayo's face, the illusion of the witch dispersing at such frightful honesty from Anna. They hang their head, scrabbling to find a silence to think in within the hurricane of the party and the more private typhoon of their own mind.
A novel's worth of emotions scratch at their throat, and Sayo wishes that they could conjure a message bottle, hand it to Anna, and vanish like Beatrice herself so that they wouldn't have to mortify themself with their clumsy, stumbling human words. But alas, Sayo Yasuda is not a witch, but a human. And if they want to stay that way as they've been so desperately struggling for, they need to communicate on the human plane.
Feet on the ground. Water in her hands. Focusing on these sensations, Sayo crawls their way toward making sense.]
It's not... like that. I'm not angry at you. I just... [Their free hand clenches and quakes.]
Every time, I've made this mistake. I've always waited too long. Sabotaged myself.
You're not to blame. And... besides. You make her happy. [A wan smile.] So I'm glad for that, at least. For you.