[ No, she supposes not. Ylfa's seen enough bad, from what she's told—inarguably moments worse than Mizuki's own experiences. (It's not a competition, but still.) Yet it's still sudden enough that she feels guilty for it.
[she's not necessarily meaning that her memories are so bad, so much as it makes her feel badly when people react like something they saw was gross or upsetting. she doesn't want to do the same.]
...Oh. I'm really sorry, Mizuki. What happened to her?
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...she's stunned at this memory, too. she's no stranger to blood and death, but it's hard to see someone in this state, and to feel mizuki's fear.]
...Mizuki? What was that?
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[ It's like getting suddenly, unexpectedly gutpunched, really. ]
Why did it... show that...
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[but she does want to know what happened. it's hard to know what to do in these situations.]
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[she's just going to put a paw on her shoulder.]
Nothing about your memories are gross or bad to me. I just saw something scary and awful that happened to you.
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[ No, she supposes not. Ylfa's seen enough bad, from what she's told—inarguably moments worse than Mizuki's own experiences. (It's not a competition, but still.) Yet it's still sudden enough that she feels guilty for it.
Mizuki slips out a shaky exhale. ]
It was—my mom.
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...Oh. I'm really sorry, Mizuki. What happened to her?
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