[Video] | Week 1; Day 5
This is-- [It's Rukia mainly speaking out loud to herself. The Hitomi is propped up beside her. She's still in the futon she set up, sitting up. She did indeed click it on, but Rukia's flustered with so many emotions that the concept of making sense is out the window. A flush comes to her face. She is bandaged up and her wounded are tended to.]
I can't! It's-- [Just what is it?]
A disgrace. [Her face is downcast.]
...
[She touches her lips with the tips of her fingers.]
Sakuras... he smells like them. [There's a childish, school girl smile to her face. One such of sharing a secret about the same boy with her friends.]
No! [It suddenly changes.] I can't! But I--
[It's mumbled and definitely said to herself.]
I-- to my brother, I--
What's wrong with me? I must be running a fever.
[Frustrated, she goes back under the covers and pulls them over her head. And the feed cuts out.]
I can't! It's-- [Just what is it?]
A disgrace. [Her face is downcast.]
...
[She touches her lips with the tips of her fingers.]
Sakuras... he smells like them. [There's a childish, school girl smile to her face. One such of sharing a secret about the same boy with her friends.]
No! [It suddenly changes.] I can't! But I--
[It's mumbled and definitely said to herself.]
I-- to my brother, I--
What's wrong with me? I must be running a fever.
[Frustrated, she goes back under the covers and pulls them over her head. And the feed cuts out.]