Upupupu....

"Kyo... I've been thinking... Y... You're not like them are they... You won't... You've never hated me, have you...? We're friends... right....?"

—♧ Placing a pale hand on her chest and sighing in what appeared to be relief, Chiau approached the smaller female with reassurance. She smiled to her, warmly, as if all the trials, all the deaths that had been happening, weren’t happening.  If it were at all possible, one would notice all colour drained from Chiau’s features, if you disregarded how pale she was even before all of this mess, or perhaps they would notice the hesitation in her words. Did she really want to be friends with everyone? Well… Not those ones… Kyo was different in Chiau’s eyes. She was… She wasn’t a killer, she had a certain air about her, one Chiau was sure she could grow to love.

She didn’t really understand what Chiau was so worried about when it came down to that. She didn’t really think about it too much and just produced a bright smile to copy hers. In all honesty, Kyo was a bit afraid of Chiau, not because of her ability to snap wrists with her bare hands, but more because she had stormed out of the trial room calling everyone murderers and she didn’t think Chiau would want to talk to her. 

—♧ Why did she ask? Chiau placed a finger to her lip and tapped at it thoughtfully. Then, with a snap of her fingers, she'd finally come up with her answer for Kyo,

He being Tatsuya. His death had actually affected Chiau. Nate thought that was strange, even they did patch things up Tatsuya’s letter seemed to state they never became friends. Maybe it was what Tatsuya represented.

—♧ Chiau's thoughts came to a halt, as Nate shot down her idea. She pursed her lips, as if in deep thought. No, she didn't mean bring him back like the other students. Not gormless, despair driven and emotionless... But actually bring him back. The Tatsuya they all knew. She needed him. She needed him.

"Kyo... I've been thinking... Y... You're not like them are they... You won't... You've never hated me, have you...? We're friends... right....?"

—♧ Placing a pale hand on her chest and sighing in what appeared to be relief, Chiau approached the smaller female with reassurance. She smiled to her, warmly, as if all the trials, all the deaths that had been happening, weren't happening.  If it were at all possible, one would notice all colour drained from Chiau's features, if you disregarded how pale she was even before all of this mess, or perhaps they would notice the hesitation in her words. Did she really want to be friends with everyone? Well... Not those ones... Kyo was different in Chiau's eyes. She was... She wasn't a killer, she had a certain air about her, one Chiau was sure she could grow to love.

—♧ Chiau was broken, she didn’t know what to do. If she had any friends, they all hated her by now. They had to, what was the use in thinking high of someone like her. Someone who didn’t belong there.

Talking about the past didn’t seem to have much effect, Nate wondered if she was even paying attention to him. Maybe she’d gotten to the point where she thought everything he said was meaningless. That would be partly Nate’s fault, he had lied to her. But it was with semi-good intentions, attempting to defuse someone unstable and dangerous.

—♧ Had she said too much? Or had she said too little? She had to backtrack her last sentence in her mind to understand the context of Nate's question. Chiau couldn't speak up without having to choke back tears, and it would seem that her voice had taken a killing, since she shouted a lot during the trial. She placed a tentative hand on her chest, given an attempt at clearing her throat. It didn't help very much. She continued to look down as she soon moved both her hands subconsciously over her ears, shaking her head, before finally giving her response,         "He.... He.. Being... Tatsuya... He died... He... Was killed... Yet was willing to kill himself... He was only shred of hope left for this hospital, and not even he could hold it-!" Chiau stopped before she snapped again. She shut her eyes tight, feeling an oncoming storm of tears flooding her eyes once more.

  Chiau didn’t wish to stop walking once she’d left. She’d already told the others what she thought of them, and if she saw any of them, or made contact with any of them, she was afraid she’d snap even more, if that were possible. She heard someone chasing after her, and the voice that accompanied those steps were all the more frustrating. The luckster paused, spinning round on her heel as she was now face to face with Hiromi, the same look of anger flashing across her features. However, that expression soon faded, as soon as the other had said that he needed to speak with her.

Hiromi froze at the look of anger on her face and a shiver went down his spine and caused him to spasm slightly. It wasn’t a great hello, sure, but at least he’d built up the courage to stop her. Clearing his throat, he tried to look Chiau in the eyes but failed miserably, looking at the floor nervously.