[Ever since she watched yet another person die before her very eyes, Akame's been wandering aimlessly throughout the camp, trying to find something to do to make herself stop thinking about endless scenarios in which she could've done something to avert that outcome. But the camp's trashed, there are too few trees left standing, and there's literally nothing to do.
Except she sees one Shoyou Hinata flopping onto the mud, and Akame's listless stare abruptly shifts into one of panic.
(oh, no.)
(she doesn't see any blood, but---)
(not again. please not again---)]
Hinata?
[And in an instant, she's crouched next to him, looking him over. Yep, no blood. Still, though---]
Please, don't be hurt...
[Said in a murmur as. Yes. She's actually lifting up his shirt to check for injuries. Hey, if she could do it to Tatsumi, she can do it to Hinata.
Her intentions are pure.
But, of course, not everyone will see it that way.]
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Except she sees one Shoyou Hinata flopping onto the mud, and Akame's listless stare abruptly shifts into one of panic.
(oh, no.)
(she doesn't see any blood, but---)
(not again. please not again---)]
Hinata?
[And in an instant, she's crouched next to him, looking him over. Yep, no blood. Still, though---]
Please, don't be hurt...
[Said in a murmur as. Yes. She's actually lifting up his shirt to check for injuries. Hey, if she could do it to Tatsumi, she can do it to Hinata.
Her intentions are pure.
But, of course, not everyone will see it that way.]