[Quieter. The regrets pile up inside her at an alarming rate, hearing the finality of those words. For a moment the grief feels like it could crush her, the weight of it too much.
Anthy sighs, and it's a bit shaky. She's not used to being shaky on the outside, especially in front of others. It's absurd. She freezes in place to keep the emotion from flaring up any further. Her reply is detached, to make the feeling less. Sadness; it's troublesome, like when a loose thread of your clothing catches on sharp surface.]
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Anthy sighs, and it's a bit shaky. She's not used to being shaky on the outside, especially in front of others. It's absurd. She freezes in place to keep the emotion from flaring up any further. Her reply is detached, to make the feeling less. Sadness; it's troublesome, like when a loose thread of your clothing catches on sharp surface.]
It seems like I'm still sad.