[Cantarella studies Nozomi's expression for a moment before leaning forward, bracing over her knees. She's not close enough to be touching, but she has leaned down enough to try to catch the girl's eyes when she looks away from the glass.]
What is it that you're feeling, and what do you want to do with that?
You're a very kind girl, placing the safety of others as highly as you do.
[She certainly catches that tremble, sensing something deeper in it beneath the worry and sadness. She takes her hand.]
Living is responsibility, Nozomi. Even if you're frightened, can you uphold that responsibility? To the people who have been lost and everyone here with you, sick and well? And to yourself?
So long as you earnestly mean that, I will strive to be by your side so you don't have to be frightened alone.
[She lets her hand linger with Nozomi's in its grip. It's not a promise, for many reasons, even before accounting for that feeling of occasional, pulsing dread that makes her breathing tighten up again.]
Tomorrow, and the day after, and after that, we march forward, but you can cry tonight.
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Fear frozen... her deer ears droop.
Something weighs heavily on her mind. ]
... I need to get my emotions under control.
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What is it that you're feeling, and what do you want to do with that?
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... I'm scared and I'm worried for everybody who's here. But I don't want to feel scared all of the time. I want everyone to be safe and go h-home.
[That last word trembles oddly in her throat.]
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[She certainly catches that tremble, sensing something deeper in it beneath the worry and sadness. She takes her hand.]
Living is responsibility, Nozomi. Even if you're frightened, can you uphold that responsibility? To the people who have been lost and everyone here with you, sick and well? And to yourself?
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Between that and Cantarella holding her hand she can't stop herself from tearing up.]
I... I want to.
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[She lets her hand linger with Nozomi's in its grip. It's not a promise, for many reasons, even before accounting for that feeling of occasional, pulsing dread that makes her breathing tighten up again.]
Tomorrow, and the day after, and after that, we march forward, but you can cry tonight.
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[She was lucky they're roommates.]
I want to... Make sure I live up to that.