[Somehow, Minako doesn't throw up. Instead, she scrubs the tears away from her eyes with the side of her hand, not that it helps, and sucks in another deep, shuddering breath.
There's no time. She knows what she has to do next. There's nothing left but to do it.
Still kneeling on the turf, the sword held awkwardly halfway across her lap, she blinks back her tears and looks up towards Rin, miserably.]
Rin... I'm really sorry... for leaving things unfinished, but...
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There's no time. She knows what she has to do next. There's nothing left but to do it.
Still kneeling on the turf, the sword held awkwardly halfway across her lap, she blinks back her tears and looks up towards Rin, miserably.]
Rin... I'm really sorry... for leaving things unfinished, but...