#deareuridice

Oh, Nurse Lotse, not even a ring on your finger could save you from tragedy, could it?

Maki imagined she might've been jealous at some point. All girls who dream of nothing but love and love and love would be jealous of that ring on Lianna's finger, and the look on her almost-husband's face whenever she was near. Now, well. What's there to be jealous of? The lost time? The stink of death? The madness lingering underneath pale skin? It was much easier to pity her instead, so that's what Maki did.

“You look—” like yourself, but not fully yourself. Like a ghost. Like something that doesn't belong. “—Nice.” Poor thing, she thought. Poor thing. “I mean, clearly you're not having a very good hair... or face day, but we all have those sometimes.”