[Right now, she's staring at the floor like it could open up and swallow her whole if she tried hard enough. (She won't die, Mari would be sad. But the notion is appealing.) It takes everything she has to stand, placing one foot in front of the other, remembering how walking works. Mari's hand is her anchor amidst these tempestuous waters, a reminder to not succumb to the sense of drowning that makes her chest and throat feel painfully constricted.]
It's -- [Her jaw works. She hasn't been like this in years. Hates herself for how she gets.] It's not your fault.
[Willing her feet to move faster, although Kanan isn't sure whether they really are, she hurries away from the area alongside Mari. Perhaps the only upside was that nobody else, save for the sole carnie, walked in on or saw them.]
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It's -- [Her jaw works. She hasn't been like this in years. Hates herself for how she gets.] It's not your fault.
[Willing her feet to move faster, although Kanan isn't sure whether they really are, she hurries away from the area alongside Mari. Perhaps the only upside was that nobody else, save for the sole carnie, walked in on or saw them.]