[Laughs the way I handled this might have changed if she knew what Misa's wish would actually do so better not to.
This actually does get to her. She remembers all too well, being ten years old and resolved to die until some absurd, irrational love saved her. And she will never be loved in return by the Tomb, no matter what hallucinations she may see in her darkest hours. So in a sense, she understands the Despair.
She'll just. Squeeze Misa's hands again.]
Misa. . .
[She wants so much to know the right thing to say, to make her realize she deserves better than this. But she's never known anything else herself, and she has no idea what those words might be.]
I do know what that feels like. But I also feel that. . . you wouldn't have told me any of this if you felt certain this was the right thing to do.
That's not– I only told you because I didn't want to see what the consequence was for not sharing. [ ... at least she's upfront about it? but, with that out of the way, she turns her gaze down to their hands. she's shaking a little now, as her eyes start to well up with tears. ] Hachi—Harrow—if you get it... then why can't you see why I can't turn back now?
[Misa. Girl. You could have just told someone you think they're hot. I.
Anyway. She feels bad about this, but she can't?]
It isn't such an easy thing, to live carrying the weight of the cost of other people's lives. I suppose you must decide what you can live with for yourself, just as I must.
[She'll let go of her hands.]
I can't carry any more ghosts with me. I'm sorry. I can only hope you don't come to feel the same way.
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This actually does get to her. She remembers all too well, being ten years old and resolved to die until some absurd, irrational love saved her. And she will never be loved in return by the Tomb, no matter what hallucinations she may see in her darkest hours. So in a sense, she understands the Despair.
She'll just. Squeeze Misa's hands again.]
Misa. . .
[She wants so much to know the right thing to say, to make her realize she deserves better than this. But she's never known anything else herself, and she has no idea what those words might be.]
I do know what that feels like. But I also feel that. . . you wouldn't have told me any of this if you felt certain this was the right thing to do.
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That's not– I only told you because I didn't want to see what the consequence was for not sharing. [ ... at least she's upfront about it? but, with that out of the way, she turns her gaze down to their hands. she's shaking a little now, as her eyes start to well up with tears. ] Hachi—Harrow—if you get it... then why can't you see why I can't turn back now?
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Anyway. She feels bad about this, but she can't?]
It isn't such an easy thing, to live carrying the weight of the cost of other people's lives. I suppose you must decide what you can live with for yourself, just as I must.
[She'll let go of her hands.]
I can't carry any more ghosts with me. I'm sorry. I can only hope you don't come to feel the same way.