[Her little heart continues to beat swiftly in her chest, but her numbed expression softens into something much worse and heartbroken. She went to Sanji as a way to avoid so much pain, because all he ever did was brighten her day--and now he's making that face too. Tears pool in her eyes, but she's grown stubborn; maybe it's Edward and Winry rubbing off on her. Maybe Sanji, too. Maybe everyone. Law says it's okay to cry, but... a lot of people just--don't.
She still doesn't look at him. Holds her camera against her chest under her neck. It's a lifeline.]
How many times do I have to be sad... It's too many times... I'm tired of being sad. They don't even know I miss them, because everyone forgets... Papa'll never know how much I miss him; I looked at his pictures so I wouldn't ever forget that he always made me happy...--and I'm gonna go home and never remember he was here with me...
I just have pictures of him... I thought if I could keep pictures, I wouldn't forget everybody--
[And then she realizes--the last thing Sanji mentioned.
Oh... oh, what did she do? What did she do? She pulls back, clumsily opening the camera, unwinding the long, brown negative film and mashing it as best she can where Sanji's dark expression clung to the plastic. And then she realizes there's good pictures at the beginning of it, pulls away for a moment to hold up the film, green eyes full of panic. Through the lights above, she sees the little images of Aang, Jack Sparrow, Tony and Pepper, Winry, Sokka's surprised face, Vanellope--her new friend, Vanellope--Vash... Tear... Haruhi... And knowing she didn't mash them, there's bittersweet relief. And then silence.
The tears clinging to her eyes drip down on their own accord.]
... I don't wanna be alone...
[Her biggest fear in the whole wide world... is waking up one morning and finding the village empty.
Completely, silently, empty.
She finally does look at Sanji, eyes wide and pleading, even knowing that nothing he says changes anything. She's getting to the point in her life, already, where she knows it's impossible. To keep one's word.]
I'm okay if you're mad at me... just don't leave me all alone.
action;
She still doesn't look at him. Holds her camera against her chest under her neck. It's a lifeline.]
How many times do I have to be sad... It's too many times... I'm tired of being sad. They don't even know I miss them, because everyone forgets... Papa'll never know how much I miss him; I looked at his pictures so I wouldn't ever forget that he always made me happy...--and I'm gonna go home and never remember he was here with me...
I just have pictures of him... I thought if I could keep pictures, I wouldn't forget everybody--
[And then she realizes--the last thing Sanji mentioned.
Oh... oh, what did she do? What did she do? She pulls back, clumsily opening the camera, unwinding the long, brown negative film and mashing it as best she can where Sanji's dark expression clung to the plastic. And then she realizes there's good pictures at the beginning of it, pulls away for a moment to hold up the film, green eyes full of panic. Through the lights above, she sees the little images of Aang, Jack Sparrow, Tony and Pepper, Winry, Sokka's surprised face, Vanellope--her new friend, Vanellope--Vash... Tear... Haruhi... And knowing she didn't mash them, there's bittersweet relief. And then silence.
The tears clinging to her eyes drip down on their own accord.]
... I don't wanna be alone...
[Her biggest fear in the whole wide world... is waking up one morning and finding the village empty.
Completely, silently, empty.
She finally does look at Sanji, eyes wide and pleading, even knowing that nothing he says changes anything. She's getting to the point in her life, already, where she knows it's impossible. To keep one's word.]
I'm okay if you're mad at me... just don't leave me all alone.