( Kokomi shifts uncomfortably, clutching the cloak close to her body like it might provide some sort of additional soothing. After a moment, she stands, but her expression is troubled.
For some time, she looks like she's trying to formulate words. Pursing her lips, looking to the side, humming— eventually she decides on something with a firm little nod to herself, still holding that cloak close. )
I'm having trouble deciding how to feel about your presence here. I'm selfishly relieved, or comforted, in some way... but the implications would mean... I can't bring myself to say it.
( Death. Even the Traveler? Even Lumine? She frowns. )
It feels wrong of me to be happy to see you, but I am.
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( Kokomi shifts uncomfortably, clutching the cloak close to her body like it might provide some sort of additional soothing. After a moment, she stands, but her expression is troubled.
For some time, she looks like she's trying to formulate words. Pursing her lips, looking to the side, humming— eventually she decides on something with a firm little nod to herself, still holding that cloak close. )
I'm having trouble deciding how to feel about your presence here. I'm selfishly relieved, or comforted, in some way... but the implications would mean... I can't bring myself to say it.
( Death. Even the Traveler? Even Lumine? She frowns. )
It feels wrong of me to be happy to see you, but I am.