[She stares up at Sayaka, uncomprehending. The way the words are ordered make so little sense to her; it is possible, she is living proof, and there is no way to save her. But she's quickly losing hope that the older magical girl will ever believe her without learning the lesson on her own. It might not be today, but someday she'll see hatred reflected in those eyes instead of the want to comfort.
The thought makes her impossibly sad, but she drops her gaze to hide it.] I've read them. My brother used to read them to me.
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The thought makes her impossibly sad, but she drops her gaze to hide it.] I've read them. My brother used to read them to me.