[Hardly anyone has spoken so directly about her brother to her—everyone who's spoken to her tries so hard to avoid talking about Light, to ask about how she's doing and if she needs anything and dance around having to mention her brother by anything at all, much less name. She flinches when Arumat does, if only out of surprise, but her eyes go wide and her breath catches when he shows her the photos. She starts reaching for the papers, and immediately draws her hand back to cover her face as she bursts right into tears.
It's seeing him smiling, it's knowing these were taken days before he died and even with all her anxieties he'd put everything he had into eking out happiness for them—and he did, and she was happy in spite of everything else because she had him still, and days later he was gone.
She isn't strong. She'd thought about printing the pictures herself but knew she couldn't bear to see them, Light was her strength and her foundation and her everything and now she is nothing at all.
Nothing but sobbing hysterically, anyway. She is not strong enough to even be reminded of this, not strong enough to be happy like he wanted of her, and not strong enough to even start trying to swallow her weakness.]
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It's seeing him smiling, it's knowing these were taken days before he died and even with all her anxieties he'd put everything he had into eking out happiness for them—and he did, and she was happy in spite of everything else because she had him still, and days later he was gone.
She isn't strong. She'd thought about printing the pictures herself but knew she couldn't bear to see them, Light was her strength and her foundation and her everything and now she is nothing at all.
Nothing but sobbing hysterically, anyway. She is not strong enough to even be reminded of this, not strong enough to be happy like he wanted of her, and not strong enough to even start trying to swallow her weakness.]