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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 8:47 pm
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"Hey!" Naoki snapped. She was still teetering between her headache and the pressure of Rikka's death, and her temper waas quick to rise. "It's not my fault I could hear you say "I want to be with you" when you practically announced it, you know. This corridor echoes. And I'm not discouraging anybody! If you want to fall in love because that's your way of hoping for a future in this mess, then so be it!"
Her eyes flared angrily, but when she spoke, her voice was cold and low.
"I'm just saying that I have no idea how you do it, how you can even find a spare moment to think about these things when everyone around you is either dying or dead. Even our families and friends. Maybe we're next if we're not careful. And still you think about satisfying your need for love, when it'll just come around and hurt you in the end. It always does. I don't understand, I just don't!"
And really, Naoki didn't. She had been brought up a family with brother and father dead, then spent half her life with the military... Where she had learned never to get too attached to anyone because when they get taken away, it hurt too much to even put into words.
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