The pleasantries struck a chord. Akechi's circumstances were entirely different, struggling with the grief of being a neglected orphan instead of the loss of a beloved sister, but the emotion is similar. That hollow tone that the woman took, the bullshit excuses, the way those not in mourning would just conveniently excuse themselves from a conversation with a child in pain.
"I understand," she said softly. She quietly entered the room, finding a blanket, draping it over the child, even if it was just a memory and things were probably not going to change. "The anger, the hurt... I understand. The way people give excuses, and condolences, but they realistically don't care. Truthfully, they're uncomfortable. I understand that."
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"I understand," she said softly. She quietly entered the room, finding a blanket, draping it over the child, even if it was just a memory and things were probably not going to change. "The anger, the hurt... I understand. The way people give excuses, and condolences, but they realistically don't care. Truthfully, they're uncomfortable. I understand that."