[She seems to settle down a bit as Kakyoin speaks, her breath evening, her shoulders losing some of their tension, the purple shimmer around her arms slowly fading back into nothing. Like a puppet whose strings have been cut, she sags, stepping forward to lean against the wall for support.

She wants a hug. She wants her father, if she's honest. But she's not yet so blind that she doesn't see the distance Kakyoin has been keeping, and there's now way except by the whims of fate that her father will come running to her rescue. She takes deep breaths instead, trying to find her center once more.]

I just... wish I knew why, then. It would be really nice to know.

[There's guilt and anger in blaming herself, but closure as well; a double edged blade that at least gives her an answer, even if it isn't a pleasant one. The opposite relieves her of responsibility, but also leaves her adrift in a sea of questions no one truly knows the answers to.]

I'm sorry. I won't chase after him. I really... really want to, but I won't, if that's what he wants.