[Crunch, crunch. Each footfall is light but slow, the snow crackling underfoot until the moment it doesn't. The moment when Rin's feet tread soft grass instead.
Sakura's back is to her, unflinching, but not at ease. Her shoulder muscles are tensed Rin can see, outlined by her pink cardigan.]
You shouldn't have run.
[Sharply; reprimanding.
She doesn't mean leaving the mess hall and the altar room.]
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Sakura's back is to her, unflinching, but not at ease. Her shoulder muscles are tensed Rin can see, outlined by her pink cardigan.]
You shouldn't have run.
[Sharply; reprimanding.
She doesn't mean leaving the mess hall and the altar room.]