[She grimaces in pain and anger, her fist balling up as though she wants to strike him, but ultimately she doesn't. The tear grows on her hand, unbleeding. It's no longer a strange thread, the way it spreads up her forearm.]
You...
[But that's all she can say. She hasn't forgotten their conversation about it; it didn't happen that long ago. Even for someone with the Sight, it's difficult to know the passage of time between the Fog World and the Otherworld and the real world, but it still hasn't been that long.
As incomprehensible as his actions had been, are still, Vincent's sympathy towards her childhood had been genuine.]
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You...
[But that's all she can say. She hasn't forgotten their conversation about it; it didn't happen that long ago. Even for someone with the Sight, it's difficult to know the passage of time between the Fog World and the Otherworld and the real world, but it still hasn't been that long.
As incomprehensible as his actions had been, are still, Vincent's sympathy towards her childhood had been genuine.]