[ It shouldn't be possible to wince this much in one conversation, but Sou is that one image of the girl spitting knives at the guy rn. Sara just has to clench her fists and ride it out. ]

Can we stop this? If you're angry just... [ There's a cruelty in trapping her in talking like this that she hates. What is she supposed to even say? The glance she shoots Sou is both sad and angry before she bites her lip and sighs. ]

If you don't want it back, I'll keep holding onto it. It would be weird if I threw it away. [ And she doesn't want to wear it. There's blood on it...in more ways then one. ] If you wanted to...that would be different. But its not mine!