[ Kyoko had sensed Sayaka before she had seen her. Of course she had - she wasn't some wet behind the ears magical girl like her, after all. Kyoko was a veteran. She was used to defending her turf. She was used to scouting the air, used to detecting any potential threats, used to all of it. It's how she's gotten by this long, and yet... Detecting that magical signature... Was it supposed to be a blessing, or a curse?
If it was another chance, a miracle, it was one that she couldn't readily take up on. Kyoko had instead opted to watch, to pretend she hadn't noticed, thinking that eventually she would know that to say. Sorry seemed hollow, and she knew better than most where justifications and I thoughts and I trieds would get her. Disparaged. Despised. Disgust and hatred and rejection. Loneliness. Just the same as before.
Interfering would hurt, changing would hurt, but somehow, distance hurts her even more.
So watching that display - telling herself that she can't just ignore it, as pathetic and hopeless as it is - Kyoko gives a heavy sigh and a shake of her head. Like nothing ever happened. Like they were the same as ever. Old rivals, old enemies. Like she wasn't worried. Like she was a disgusting, putrid character who was incapable of caring about the pain of others.
Like she hadn't seen her turn into a witch. Like she hadn't tried to save her.
Like she never wanted to be that kind of person. ]
I'll say. Just what sorta junk were you listening to, y'know?
slams in here five minutes late with starbucks and screaming SAAYAAAKKKKAAAAA; aka ii
If it was another chance, a miracle, it was one that she couldn't readily take up on. Kyoko had instead opted to watch, to pretend she hadn't noticed, thinking that eventually she would know that to say. Sorry seemed hollow, and she knew better than most where justifications and I thoughts and I trieds would get her. Disparaged. Despised. Disgust and hatred and rejection. Loneliness. Just the same as before.
Interfering would hurt, changing would hurt, but somehow, distance hurts her even more.
So watching that display - telling herself that she can't just ignore it, as pathetic and hopeless as it is - Kyoko gives a heavy sigh and a shake of her head. Like nothing ever happened. Like they were the same as ever. Old rivals, old enemies. Like she wasn't worried. Like she was a disgusting, putrid character who was incapable of caring about the pain of others.
Like she hadn't seen her turn into a witch. Like she hadn't tried to save her.
Like she never wanted to be that kind of person. ]
I'll say. Just what sorta junk were you listening to, y'know?