Her teeth were sharp as her knife as they dug into the delicate flesh of her wrist. Once so pale and smooth, now adorned with the scars of the war. The war that would surely cause all of your bittersweet ends. The sadness of a passing member. A passing teamate. A passing brother. Of Twice. It lingered in all of you. But especially Toga. Whatever you felt? She was feeling it tenfold.

She had been sitting in the corner, the blood of her fallen comrade on her favourite cardigan. The seed of pity bloomed into a flower of worry and concern. Allowing the girl to sit alone wouldn't benefit anyone, but perhaps she needed this. A break. Time to think.

You couldn't just... let her sit there... could you? Let her sit in her guilt? In her shame for not being able to save the one she held so dear? But what would it earn you if you decided to comfort the girl? A few new holes in your body, courtesy of her teeth and knive? The teeth that burrowed into her skin. The knife that she white knuckled in her fist.