I'm sorry . . . I can't do anything at all . . . If I use Recovery on people, the disease will get even worse . . .
Hanatarou-san, Hotaru-san, anyone else who can possibly heal . . . It's all up to you. So many people . . .
I'm sorry. Please let me know if there's something else I can do.
Private and semi-incoherent, though hackable with some effort.
You're so selfish. Both of you.
I always get left somewhere behind. I hate watching you go. You never noticed that, did you? I *hate* watching you go and never knowing where you're going or what you're going to do to get there. I don't *like* feeling helpless, and you make me feel that way every time.
And you . . . you're doing the same thing. You make me feel helpless too. And you don't care either.
((ooc: Likely she'll feel selfish herself in the morning for even thinking to write this. Meanwhile she's locked herself up in her room for a rare bout of angst. Reference to this post for part of angst:
http://worthlessly.livejournal.com/1220.html))