[She lets Thomasine kiss her, tries to kiss back with anything close to the joy that Thomasine has.

("I can be your imouto again." god, does she want that)

(but if it's because of this, she)

(no, maybe she should try. try to give this to thomasine. try to let her be)

(let her be happy)]

I'm...I'm glad, Thomasine.

[She doesn't sound glad. Not with the way her voice breaks. Not with the way she's trying to smile through tears.

(she's sick and sad and angry and grieving)

(she doesn't know who she's grieving for)]