The thought causes Mitsuru to narrow her eyes; she's certain there's another headache coming on, with this influx of information. And her other self seems eager to flood her mind with all sorts of memories (false memories, she has to keep telling herself) that his person is an underclassman of sorts to her.
And that as of now, he has nothing to do with the turmoil in her head. So there's no point in having him receive her frustration. It's unbecoming of a Kirijo.
And if she continues to tell herself that, she'll be more and more convinced that's who she is.
"Lost in thoughts." Mitsuru admits, lowering the practice weapon and swishing it to the side. Releasing a touch more energy and frustration. "And I find that practicing helps my focus in sorting them out... though if you don't mind my inquiring, are you here for the same?"
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The thought causes Mitsuru to narrow her eyes; she's certain there's another headache coming on, with this influx of information. And her other self seems eager to flood her mind with all sorts of memories (false memories, she has to keep telling herself) that his person is an underclassman of sorts to her.
And that as of now, he has nothing to do with the turmoil in her head. So there's no point in having him receive her frustration. It's unbecoming of a Kirijo.
And if she continues to tell herself that, she'll be more and more convinced that's who she is.
"Lost in thoughts." Mitsuru admits, lowering the practice weapon and swishing it to the side. Releasing a touch more energy and frustration. "And I find that practicing helps my focus in sorting them out... though if you don't mind my inquiring, are you here for the same?"
She thought he was in baseball. Not fencing.