Sana rocked on her heels for a moment, frown burrowed quite some. The atmosphere was suddenly so thick and tense it was palpable, and she swallowed hard. She wasn't sure which of the many nerves she'd hit, and she stood bolt upright as she awaited a respond. Would he lash out in anger, and cause her to need to call attention of the shinya? Or would it be more of a sorrowful response, heart wrenching and shattering?
'The truth is... much more than that. It is not something I would tell a stranger. It is a wound that has not, and will likely never, fully heal. Have you ever lost someone and, in turn, almost lost the will to live?'
She felt the wind knock out of her at the question, and she fumbled for words and to gather her thoughts. "I-I uh,"She pressed her lips and grimaced. "No." Her answer had a certain tone of finality to it, and firmness and sternness to the word that could not be baited or further asked of. She'd say what she wanted to and nothing more.
"I've seen death, both of loved ones and of strangers - of strangers that I would have loved had I the chance to know them. An aunt, a brother, a kind old man. But none have made me feel such a way." She folded her arms and then slacked them, unsure if she wanted to bring the situation any further on the topic.
"But that may have simply been because I know for a fact they'd have slapped some sense into had I not seen they're passings as greater reasons and wills to live. Not to mention I was young, and I was not alone." She inwardly scolded herself for not being tender enough, though it wasn't as though the one that stood before her was anything but a full grown man.
