[She owes him an answer. She still doesn't want to talk about it, but she owes him some kind of explanation, right? ...Had Aigis understood, at the end? She'd thought maybe she had, but Aigis always had a way of just knowing things that some of the others had struggled with.
Looking down at the watch, she almost doesn't notice Scott trying to take her hand, only reacting a second or two later to give him a reflexive smile. She doesn't let go of the watch, but instead just sags against him, inviting him to hold her instead of just her hand. It's only after she does that she thinks that hm, she should have maybe lit some of the candles in her room, because it's awfully dim with the only light being the faintly-glowing ring on the table and the perpetually-full moon outside. Well, it'll be enough. Taking a small breath, she presses her lips together, holds it for a moment, before nodding as if firming her resolve.]
Today's March 5th. It would've been graduation day, back home. [But that's not enough of an answer. One more breath, and more quietly, she adds without looking up from the watch,] It's the anniversary of the day I die.
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Looking down at the watch, she almost doesn't notice Scott trying to take her hand, only reacting a second or two later to give him a reflexive smile. She doesn't let go of the watch, but instead just sags against him, inviting him to hold her instead of just her hand. It's only after she does that she thinks that hm, she should have maybe lit some of the candles in her room, because it's awfully dim with the only light being the faintly-glowing ring on the table and the perpetually-full moon outside. Well, it'll be enough. Taking a small breath, she presses her lips together, holds it for a moment, before nodding as if firming her resolve.]
Today's March 5th. It would've been graduation day, back home. [But that's not enough of an answer. One more breath, and more quietly, she adds without looking up from the watch,] It's the anniversary of the day I die.