[ Hearing her own song back at her is a strange feeling. Hearing it from him though is even stranger. The conflicting emotions within her just get even more complicated, like a ball of yarn growing more tangled. She's scared, upset and angry... but she also still cares for him, still loves him not even necessarily in that fresh teenage puppy love kind of way but as a friend, as part of this weird trauma based family they've been forming. Hearing his voice, singing her song just reminds her of that feeling. Fills her with it.
And that just makes it more painful.
After a moment of silence (save for the occasional sniffle or hiccup), she sings back in a quiet voice: ]
I mean... No more hiding now... Changing... So I'm trying now...
[ The shroud rustles and then Rina is pulling it off, sitting up once more. Considering the blank look she usually has and the fact that she was under a box last time she cried anywhere near this much, it might be a bit alarming to see how she looks now: eyes already getting red and puffy, cheeks still stained with tears, her lip quivering and her eyebrows just lightly furrowed. She's still shaking and one hand is balled up in the shroud tight while the other is still protectively touching her stomach.
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And that just makes it more painful.
After a moment of silence (save for the occasional sniffle or hiccup), she sings back in a quiet voice: ]
I mean... No more hiding now...
Changing... So I'm trying now...
[ The shroud rustles and then Rina is pulling it off, sitting up once more. Considering the blank look she usually has and the fact that she was under a box last time she cried anywhere near this much, it might be a bit alarming to see how she looks now: eyes already getting red and puffy, cheeks still stained with tears, her lip quivering and her eyebrows just lightly furrowed. She's still shaking and one hand is balled up in the shroud tight while the other is still protectively touching her stomach.
She is uh... having a time. ]