[ Hana hadn't known what to make of Shiro's arm, really, when she first saw it in action when the communal housing building was fire and then again when they were on a mission together. She supposed that back then, she thought it was cool. But to know now that he didn't remember how he got it, that it was something forced on him by his captors...
It wasn't that she thought it was sick, or disgusting. She didn't know him until they both ended up in this reality and to her, that prosthetic arm had always been a part of him. Of her Shiro - the Shiro she knew.
But it did worry her. ]
Does it hurt you? The arm. Does having it hurt you?
[ Without thinking, her fingers reached toward his forearm, almost like she was reaching for his hand— only for a moment, before she realized what she was doing and pulled her hand away. ]
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It wasn't that she thought it was sick, or disgusting. She didn't know him until they both ended up in this reality and to her, that prosthetic arm had always been a part of him. Of her Shiro - the Shiro she knew.
But it did worry her. ]
Does it hurt you? The arm. Does having it hurt you?
[ Without thinking, her fingers reached toward his forearm, almost like she was reaching for his hand— only for a moment, before she realized what she was doing and pulled her hand away. ]
Ah, sorry.