He hit the nail on the head there. Namida loves her patients, too, and she wants nothing more to care for them. Her form of love was tending to people's needs. It could have been seen as the same as Hiyori, but it wasn't, because she never involved herself with them personally. She kept everyone at an arm's length at all times because however much she wanted them to stay, however much she didn't want their treatments to end, they always would. They always left, and each time there's heartbreak mixed in with the joy and relief of their recovery.
It shouldn't be that way, and she knows it shouldn't. She should feel joy, but instead she laments it each and every time she cures somebody fully. Namida doesn't want them to die, and she doesn't want them to love her, she just wants to keep them by her side. She wants a doll, one that she can keep without loving or being loved by, but it was too lonely to keep an inanimate object. It's why she prefers the research side of the medical field, and has increasingly dedicated herself to that. It was so much easier to develop treatments that would save others if only she didn't have to see it.
Hiyori loved too strongly, and his love was always sick. It was sick, and he did nothing to stop himself. ]
... Harai and I will deal with Hiyori-san for you, too. We'll find you somebody who will treat you better, but for now I'll be taking his place.
[ Her voice softens now, and there's a quiet apology to it, the frustration bleeding out all at once. That look doesn't change, though. Truthfully, neither of them had realized how young and frail he was; Namida was able to cover for Hiyori at any given time, but most of what she had was based on what Hiyori had said. He hadn't painted quite the right picture. But looking at him up close like this... What he'd done is inexcusable, but he's just a child.
That would be part of taking care of Komaeda. She places her hand on his shoulder for just a moment more. She'd like to pull him into her arms and hold him tight, but he's no doubt had enough fondling, and so she sticks to this small gesture - just a small reminder that she was on his side.
She'd like to say more, would like to apologize, people are already filing in and looking to interrupt her, so she fixes her smile. ]
I'm going to go talk to them now, okay? Make sure you let them look at you properly.
[ She pushes her glasses up again and steps away without waiting for a response, preparing to flag down the officer she knows has the closest connection with them. ]
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NOOO HE'S NOT LOSING ANY PATIENTS... PERMANENTLY...
He hit the nail on the head there. Namida loves her patients, too, and she wants nothing more to care for them. Her form of love was tending to people's needs. It could have been seen as the same as Hiyori, but it wasn't, because she never involved herself with them personally. She kept everyone at an arm's length at all times because however much she wanted them to stay, however much she didn't want their treatments to end, they always would. They always left, and each time there's heartbreak mixed in with the joy and relief of their recovery.
It shouldn't be that way, and she knows it shouldn't. She should feel joy, but instead she laments it each and every time she cures somebody fully. Namida doesn't want them to die, and she doesn't want them to love her, she just wants to keep them by her side. She wants a doll, one that she can keep without loving or being loved by, but it was too lonely to keep an inanimate object. It's why she prefers the research side of the medical field, and has increasingly dedicated herself to that. It was so much easier to develop treatments that would save others if only she didn't have to see it.
Hiyori loved too strongly, and his love was always sick. It was sick, and he did nothing to stop himself. ]
... Harai and I will deal with Hiyori-san for you, too. We'll find you somebody who will treat you better, but for now I'll be taking his place.
[ Her voice softens now, and there's a quiet apology to it, the frustration bleeding out all at once. That look doesn't change, though. Truthfully, neither of them had realized how young and frail he was; Namida was able to cover for Hiyori at any given time, but most of what she had was based on what Hiyori had said. He hadn't painted quite the right picture. But looking at him up close like this... What he'd done is inexcusable, but he's just a child.
That would be part of taking care of Komaeda. She places her hand on his shoulder for just a moment more. She'd like to pull him into her arms and hold him tight, but he's no doubt had enough fondling, and so she sticks to this small gesture - just a small reminder that she was on his side.
She'd like to say more, would like to apologize, people are already filing in and looking to interrupt her, so she fixes her smile. ]
I'm going to go talk to them now, okay? Make sure you let them look at you properly.
[ She pushes her glasses up again and steps away without waiting for a response, preparing to flag down the officer she knows has the closest connection with them. ]