[She scrubs her face with the back of her sleeve, almost wanting to laugh. The part of her that was a Puella Magi still remembers how much better it is to play it cool, to hide and avoid any hurt, but humans don't have to worry. That's right, isn't it?
She wants to believe it is.
Kyoko guides the hand she's holding down to Law's side and, despite her resolve, there's a moment in which she seems uncertain of how to proceed.]
... I...
[There's a sniffle and a sharp breath as she tries to steady herself. She shakes her head, and in that moment she lets herself fall against him, arms wrapping around him. She buries her face against him, holding him so tight that she thinks she might break him (but she can't, not anymore.) Her fingers grab fistfuls of his shirt. It takes a bit for her to speak between the soft sobs. She doesn't want to let go. She doesn't want to forget this feeling. But she doesn't have to, but she can't risk it.
But eventually her grip tightens and she settles against him and the words finally come, still far too heavy for the soft and fractured voice that carries them,]
Thank you so much, Law.
[It's the first time that she's thanked anyone other than Czes in so long. It's the first time that it's felt right to use his (anyone's) name like this, that she might be worthy of it. And she thinks, that even if not even God could forgive her, even if she destroyed every chance of knowing the truth... Kyoko thinks that with this, her father might be able to see her as a person now. As Kyoko.
Maybe now, maybe one day she can finally bring herself to face him again.]
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She wants to believe it is.
Kyoko guides the hand she's holding down to Law's side and, despite her resolve, there's a moment in which she seems uncertain of how to proceed.]
... I...
[There's a sniffle and a sharp breath as she tries to steady herself. She shakes her head, and in that moment she lets herself fall against him, arms wrapping around him. She buries her face against him, holding him so tight that she thinks she might break him (but she can't, not anymore.) Her fingers grab fistfuls of his shirt. It takes a bit for her to speak between the soft sobs. She doesn't want to let go. She doesn't want to forget this feeling. But she doesn't have to, but she can't risk it.
But eventually her grip tightens and she settles against him and the words finally come, still far too heavy for the soft and fractured voice that carries them,]
Thank you so much, Law.
[It's the first time that she's thanked anyone other than Czes in so long. It's the first time that it's felt right to use his (anyone's) name like this, that she might be worthy of it. And she thinks, that even if not even God could forgive her, even if she destroyed every chance of knowing the truth... Kyoko thinks that with this, her father might be able to see her as a person now. As Kyoko.
Maybe now, maybe one day she can finally bring herself to face him again.]