[She sees that look on his face and there's a certain sense of futility that's rising within her. She knows Ayumu is stubborn - much less stubborn than Mahiro to his credit - but stubborn nonetheless. It'd be easy enough to say "do what you want, but don't say I didn't warn you when you build up a misplaced sense of confidence with a stationary target and you miss a leg shot when someone is actually trying to kill you and that gets you killed" but that's....
That's not what she wants to say. It's not what she wants to know.
She looks Ayumu in the eye and if he lets her, she'll touch his shoulder. She knows he's going to hate that and she might apologize for it later, but she has to know and she wants an honest answer.]
Is my opinion actually going to change your mind?
[Her tone is soft and perhaps that along with the unnecessary contact is what so thoroughly betrays the fact that at the core of this, this isn't really about Ayumu or Mahiro... or a handful of kids that don't listen, but something Misora's been sitting on in her mind for some time.]
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That's not what she wants to say. It's not what she wants to know.
She looks Ayumu in the eye and if he lets her, she'll touch his shoulder. She knows he's going to hate that and she might apologize for it later, but she has to know and she wants an honest answer.]
Is my opinion actually going to change your mind?
[Her tone is soft and perhaps that along with the unnecessary contact is what so thoroughly betrays the fact that at the core of this, this isn't really about Ayumu or Mahiro... or a handful of kids that don't listen, but something Misora's been sitting on in her mind for some time.]