[No, it's not good. She'd rather be alone - or at least that's what she tells herself. Alone to process, alone to grieve. Alone to collect the pieces and mask that she can be whole going forward.]
Good? Hah. I don't think you're any better off having stayed around to help. What do you get out of this?
[Before he can answer she grabs his shoulder and uses it as something to balance herself on as she stands herself up. She scolds him for offering himself and yet uses him anyway. Rin caught a glimpse of his face on the way up — soft. Too soft. It made her irrationally angry. At him? For him? Either way she refuses to look at him, and instead turns her eyes to the tree whose root system she just climbed out of.]
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Good? Hah. I don't think you're any better off having stayed around to help. What do you get out of this?
[Before he can answer she grabs his shoulder and uses it as something to balance herself on as she stands herself up. She scolds him for offering himself and yet uses him anyway. Rin caught a glimpse of his face on the way up — soft. Too soft. It made her irrationally angry. At him? For him? Either way she refuses to look at him, and instead turns her eyes to the tree whose root system she just climbed out of.]