[Rukia nods approvingly, agreeing whole-heartedly with Yuri's assessment. Of course, he also thinks she's not looking her best. It mildly irritates her; she isn't the sort of person who drags her feet or slumps or otherwise shows off her feelings. How can he say that?]
In what way?
[Rukia bristles, but only just a little. Her expression is thoughtful as she faces forward.]
It's not melancholy. Of course I miss him, but...ah. Hmmm. How do I put this?
[It's not easy to put the feelings into words, especially since she usually doesn't even try. But Yuri's seen her at her worst, so she can try a little harder for his sake.]
He's been absent more often than he's been present. Perhaps you could say I've just grown used to it? But that's not entirely accurate either. Hmmmm...
[She furrows her brow as she knuckles her chin in thought, frowning to herself.]
I think it's just a feeling of closure. There was so much uncertainty and worry in the past, but now that I know it's truly done, it's as if I can say goodbye at last, and be grateful for the experiences he gave to me. He was my first love, after all.
[She might look strangely proud about that.]
Had I not come to this world, I'm not certain I would have ever had a chance to know what it was to date somebody, and feel that kind of intimate affection. Now that I have, how can I harbor regrets?
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A rest... Yes, that's a good way to put it.
[Rukia nods approvingly, agreeing whole-heartedly with Yuri's assessment. Of course, he also thinks she's not looking her best. It mildly irritates her; she isn't the sort of person who drags her feet or slumps or otherwise shows off her feelings. How can he say that?]
In what way?
[Rukia bristles, but only just a little. Her expression is thoughtful as she faces forward.]
It's not melancholy. Of course I miss him, but...ah. Hmmm. How do I put this?
[It's not easy to put the feelings into words, especially since she usually doesn't even try. But Yuri's seen her at her worst, so she can try a little harder for his sake.]
He's been absent more often than he's been present. Perhaps you could say I've just grown used to it? But that's not entirely accurate either. Hmmmm...
[She furrows her brow as she knuckles her chin in thought, frowning to herself.]
I think it's just a feeling of closure. There was so much uncertainty and worry in the past, but now that I know it's truly done, it's as if I can say goodbye at last, and be grateful for the experiences he gave to me. He was my first love, after all.
[She might look strangely proud about that.]
Had I not come to this world, I'm not certain I would have ever had a chance to know what it was to date somebody, and feel that kind of intimate affection. Now that I have, how can I harbor regrets?