Mio purses her lips; it's almost like trying to physically stop herself from saying something that she knows isn't 'normal.' In the end though, she fails utterly, staring down at her tribble with an abnormally high bitterness. The black butterfly mark on its back that matches the ugly butterfly-bruising on her throat seems like a cruel mockery suddenly.]
What's the point though? You're just going to end up being hurt if you get too attached. So-- [Mio no.] So isn't it better to just not do it in the first place? Then it won't hurt when they go away. [Mio no.]
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Mio purses her lips; it's almost like trying to physically stop herself from saying something that she knows isn't 'normal.' In the end though, she fails utterly, staring down at her tribble with an abnormally high bitterness. The black butterfly mark on its back that matches the ugly butterfly-bruising on her throat seems like a cruel mockery suddenly.]
What's the point though? You're just going to end up being hurt if you get too attached. So-- [Mio no.] So isn't it better to just not do it in the first place? Then it won't hurt when they go away. [Mio no.]