[They are at a standstill for long minutes. Kotone is acutely aware of her surroundings: the chirping of birds, the lapping of the water against the lakeshore, the rough edges of rock at her back. She is aware of Mitsuki, too, can feel the hurt rolling off her in waves. For a moment, she swears the temperature has lowered, but an experimental puff of breath yields no frosted air to prove it.
As patient as Mitsuki is, Kotone is equally stubborn. She will not apologize, for to do so would be to admit wrongdoing, to take responsibility for Mitsuki's feelings, and that is something she cannot do. She has closed herself off purposefully, has tried her best to push people away. If Mitsuki is hurt, it's her own fault for insisting on something Kotone can't give.
Still, the silence makes her uncomfortable in this strange place, and she is impatient. She can speak first, if she changes the subject, acts like their previous exchange never happened. A draw. Neither wins, and this she deems acceptable.
When she speaks, it is less its customary roughness; a small concession to Mitsuki's wounds.] How long have you been here?
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As patient as Mitsuki is, Kotone is equally stubborn. She will not apologize, for to do so would be to admit wrongdoing, to take responsibility for Mitsuki's feelings, and that is something she cannot do. She has closed herself off purposefully, has tried her best to push people away. If Mitsuki is hurt, it's her own fault for insisting on something Kotone can't give.
Still, the silence makes her uncomfortable in this strange place, and she is impatient. She can speak first, if she changes the subject, acts like their previous exchange never happened. A draw. Neither wins, and this she deems acceptable.
When she speaks, it is less its customary roughness; a small concession to Mitsuki's wounds.] How long have you been here?