It's—it's fine. [And yes, super awkward, but she can't fault him for that. Folding her arms is more trouble than it's worth with the scythe, so she decides partway through the movement to rub awkwardly at her shoulder instead.
She's quieter as she continues.] I get it. At least kind of. [All the grief piles on and intertwines and losing Light cannot compare to anything else this ship has done to her or anyone, but mournfully muttering asshole is about how she dealt with Frankenstein's letter.] So it's. It's cool.
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She's quieter as she continues.] I get it. At least kind of. [All the grief piles on and intertwines and losing Light cannot compare to anything else this ship has done to her or anyone, but mournfully muttering asshole is about how she dealt with Frankenstein's letter.] So it's. It's cool.
[she's trying. give her points.]