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Sobs sounded freely, now that she’d let it out there was no need to keep it in. She shuddered between labored breathes, the tears blurred her vision and she felt her face flush with the heat of shame. It was all she could do avoid wailing out too loudly, it wouldn’t do if one of those nosy tengu came poking around.

Gripping the hem of Suwako’s skirt with white knuckles, Hana tried hiding the ugliness of her wracking sobs with a balled-up fist. She knew there was no need to, she was entirely at Suwako’s mercy anyway. The cycling doubts, of if she made the right choice to trust her, kept surfacing along with the tears. The fact that the little curse goddess stopped comforting her stuck out, the fear found ample grounds to grow in her in hiccupping mind.

Without break her sobbing continued, her shut eyes and the rushing thoughts stormed through her mind’s eye. It blinded her to her own world, she wanted to go home, she wanted to see Aunn, she wanted to hear her father’s voice again. Anything to distract her from yet another incident where she made a fool of herself, the horror that she might have made everything worse yet again had crossed her mind many times by now. Suwako’s silence, her stillness, that realization she heard in her voice as she asked her questions… Among the storm of acidic self-hatred and pity, Hana had wondered how quickly it’d take for everyone to come to despise her.