She already made a fool of herself. And maybe she'll still keep them open, locked onto an old stain in the hall carpet, but she wants this over with and she needs to have a little faith. It's what Komaru would tell her.
That's the thought that settles her stomach, has her nodding curtly when the woman announces her plans. If only she were here with her, this all might be bearable. Her optimism would even out Fukawa's suspicion, and they could rely on each other to get by.
In the meantime, she's stuck with Mrs. White in the hall with a bloody napkin. Let's hope this doesn't turn out like a game of Cluedo.]
I don't know how you stand it. [She says suddenly. Conversation is far from her strong suit but the silence is eating at her.] The human body is disgusting. Just a fleshy sack of goop and guts. I always th-thought people who worked in hospitals m-must have a secret fascination with death.
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She already made a fool of herself. And maybe she'll still keep them open, locked onto an old stain in the hall carpet, but she wants this over with and she needs to have a little faith. It's what Komaru would tell her.
That's the thought that settles her stomach, has her nodding curtly when the woman announces her plans. If only she were here with her, this all might be bearable. Her optimism would even out Fukawa's suspicion, and they could rely on each other to get by.
In the meantime, she's stuck with Mrs. White in the hall with a bloody napkin. Let's hope this doesn't turn out like a game of Cluedo.]
I don't know how you stand it. [She says suddenly. Conversation is far from her strong suit but the silence is eating at her.] The human body is disgusting. Just a fleshy sack of goop and guts. I always th-thought people who worked in hospitals m-must have a secret fascination with death.