[Though Konoha has hidden in her room to cry on the occasions she wasn’t able to help herself, unable to keep up the strong and cheeeful outlook she preferred, she’s mostly been out. Keeping busy, keeping herself moving so that she won’t remember the strange, buoyant weight of the babes she had held in her arms, won’t remember the chaos and blood and shadow.
A4’s voice pulls her from her focus, fingers covered in dirt that she accidentally transfers to her cheek when she rubs it just in case there were any tears there, turning with a smile from where she was weeding in a corner of one of the gardens.]
Oh, A4-
[“A4”. Just like “A2”... it wasn’t a real name, and her smile wavers half a moment when she remembers how awful it had felt in the dreamscape, calling out that “name” in panic, thinking she was dead and having only that to call.]
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A4’s voice pulls her from her focus, fingers covered in dirt that she accidentally transfers to her cheek when she rubs it just in case there were any tears there, turning with a smile from where she was weeding in a corner of one of the gardens.]
Oh, A4-
[“A4”. Just like “A2”... it wasn’t a real name, and her smile wavers half a moment when she remembers how awful it had felt in the dreamscape, calling out that “name” in panic, thinking she was dead and having only that to call.]
I’m healthy... How about you?