[ The silver haired woman would have continued walking, ignoring those who returned her gaze or might have wished to speak to her. She would have ignored Setsuna as well, but her carrier had reached out with it's tiny hand and given some of the loose, silver strands a gentle tug. Kainé paused, finding herself pulling her bandaged hand close to her body. Her gaze swept over the other, lips drawn into a tight frown.
In the past... no one had really asked such a thing, had they? General kindness was strange, foreign. And she wasn't sure how to react beyond a barbed comment. ]
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In the past... no one had really asked such a thing, had they? General kindness was strange, foreign. And she wasn't sure how to react beyond a barbed comment. ]
What the hell does it matter to you?