[She pulls her free hand to her eyes, pressing them against them, trying to stop the flow of tears- it only half helps.]
S-sorry. I'm sorry. You don't- You don't need me like this right now.
[There's a little more emphasis on you don't need me than she intends. As good at lying as she is, she's also terrible when she's forced into dealing with her feelings. And hearing about Eichi caring so much about Akechi that he'd put his life on the line for him? Hearing how much people want to protect Sanji? She's never ever going to get something like that, is she?
They're co-workers and they're the only ones left with the title Historian. Breaking down in front of him is probably a terrible idea.
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S-sorry. I'm sorry. You don't- You don't need me like this right now.
[There's a little more emphasis on you don't need me than she intends. As good at lying as she is, she's also terrible when she's forced into dealing with her feelings. And hearing about Eichi caring so much about Akechi that he'd put his life on the line for him? Hearing how much people want to protect Sanji? She's never ever going to get something like that, is she?
They're co-workers and they're the only ones left with the title Historian. Breaking down in front of him is probably a terrible idea.
She can't stop herself.]