[ No, Kyouko thinks suddenly. She doesn't think she could really understand. She's hated what she's seen in the mirror before -- when she was at her worst, sickly and pale and her face drawn enough that her cheeks were practically concave and loathing her reflection and everything it embodied. But she'd always known that sooner or later she'd get better. Her cheeks would be full and rosy again and her breath wouldn't come out in shallow rasps.
What must it be like to hate not just your reflection but every part of your body? What would it be like having to spend every day knowing there was nothing you could do to change it?
What must it be like to go through that alone? ]
Then I'll do it!
[ Kyouko throws out her arms, like she what Yuka's preparing isn't an attack but an embrace. ]
If you don't think you can come up with a happy future for yourself then I'll do it for you!
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What must it be like to hate not just your reflection but every part of your body? What would it be like having to spend every day knowing there was nothing you could do to change it?
What must it be like to go through that alone? ]
Then I'll do it!
[ Kyouko throws out her arms, like she what Yuka's preparing isn't an attack but an embrace. ]
If you don't think you can come up with a happy future for yourself then I'll do it for you!