[She can feel the anger, and she's not sure she's glad for it. It's better than guilt, but she's not sure by how much. She supposes Gojyo processing his grief in a healthy way is too much to hope for. Still, she isn't his mother. She can't tell him how to feel.]
I can handle it myself.
[But while the blight has creeped out onto her shoulders and arms, the majority of it is still on her neck and back, hidden under her high-collared shirt. She turns away from Gojyo and crouches down next to the water, pulling her shirt off over her head and revealing her bare, blighted back.]
This isn't the first time I've had to deal with this crap.
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I can handle it myself.
[But while the blight has creeped out onto her shoulders and arms, the majority of it is still on her neck and back, hidden under her high-collared shirt. She turns away from Gojyo and crouches down next to the water, pulling her shirt off over her head and revealing her bare, blighted back.]
This isn't the first time I've had to deal with this crap.