"Of course I remember!" Her response was a snap, something frustrated and a bit short. She remembered how she wanted to soak in all of the empathy, the sympathy and how she hated it all at the same time. How she despised herself for being weak, but wanted nothing more then to have that affection.

"He wants you to himself. I know. He wants your attention. I'm not stupid, Nagisa-!"

She almost jerked her hand back when she felt his fingers touch his (but he wanted to touch her - that meant she was worth something, that meant she wasn't nothing). Instead, she simply let his hand cover her own (she wasn't going to give in and let him know that she wanted his affection, even if she was already as transparent as glass to him).

Her voice became small.

"That's not fair."