[Minako stares at the other woman with a scalded look on her face, humiliation and frustration rising to her cheeks. She had thought she'd been honest and sincere. She'd set her most vulnerable self on the table as a gesture of empathy, as a quiet "I'm having trouble with my life too", in the simple hopes that Angela might understand a little bit of where she's coming from, and the importance of why she wants to this friendship to work out. She didn't expect it to be so ill-received. Given the grim evidence of what Retrospec has done to her, though, the reaction is completely justified. Minako's personal problems pale in comparison.
And now Angela is shooting Minako down at every turn, attacking that vulnerability, and the terrible part is, it's completely understandable from her point of view now that she's said her piece. Angela has every right to be furious with Minako. Knowing that stings. And combined with Minato's comments to her a few days ago, she feels like she's hit rock bottom now, the very foundations of her way of caring and reaching out to others now labeled nothing more than...empty platitudes.
Minako presses her lips together again, but this time to stop them from trembling. Her long inhale is shaky in their place.]
The Angela in my head is a woman who likes music, has a nice smile, and can make my brother smile, too. Aside from that, I admit, she barely exists at all.
[The waiter takes her pause to quickly drop off their cake samplers before hightailing it away from them, and since he didn't bother, Minako quietly, properly arranges the samplers between her and Angela on the table. Then she folds her hands in her lap again. Breathes in and out ten times before she slowly speaks. Wondering if Angela is even willing to accept simple apologies at this point.]
Maybe you're right, and I let my bleeding heart get away from me. You could be right about me feeling guilty, too. Even so, it felt important to me to tell you everything I did. That's why I said anything at all. That said. I'm sorry that it was incredibly thoughtless. And that everything I said ignored your feelings. [An exhale.] You've given me a pretty loud wake up call, so...thank you for that, too. I know I have a lot to think about after this.
[And she ducks her head, feeling like she's stuck her neck through the guillotine. She'd like to go to the bathroom to cry, but Angela is the one who gets the last say in all this, as judge and jury.]
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And now Angela is shooting Minako down at every turn, attacking that vulnerability, and the terrible part is, it's completely understandable from her point of view now that she's said her piece. Angela has every right to be furious with Minako. Knowing that stings. And combined with Minato's comments to her a few days ago, she feels like she's hit rock bottom now, the very foundations of her way of caring and reaching out to others now labeled nothing more than...empty platitudes.
Minako presses her lips together again, but this time to stop them from trembling. Her long inhale is shaky in their place.]
The Angela in my head is a woman who likes music, has a nice smile, and can make my brother smile, too. Aside from that, I admit, she barely exists at all.
[The waiter takes her pause to quickly drop off their cake samplers before hightailing it away from them, and since he didn't bother, Minako quietly, properly arranges the samplers between her and Angela on the table. Then she folds her hands in her lap again. Breathes in and out ten times before she slowly speaks. Wondering if Angela is even willing to accept simple apologies at this point.]
Maybe you're right, and I let my bleeding heart get away from me. You could be right about me feeling guilty, too. Even so, it felt important to me to tell you everything I did. That's why I said anything at all. That said. I'm sorry that it was incredibly thoughtless. And that everything I said ignored your feelings. [An exhale.] You've given me a pretty loud wake up call, so...thank you for that, too. I know I have a lot to think about after this.
[And she ducks her head, feeling like she's stuck her neck through the guillotine. She'd like to go to the bathroom to cry, but Angela is the one who gets the last say in all this, as judge and jury.]