Compared to you, Utena-san, I'm the very soul of caution.
[Mami teases, yet there's a secret and hidden hurt somewhere deep beneath the quiet laughter in her voice. It's easy to tell herself that if Mami crashed through the ice, if she got soaked and caught a chill and died for a second time....it's easy to tell herself that it wouldn't matter. Mami's already dead - and the depths of Utena's grief would be shallow compared to if it were not Mami who turned blue and still and cold, but the Rose Bride of Ohtori.
But it doesn't matter. The ice holds, resisting her weight as Mami resists those gnawing, jealous thoughts.]
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[Mami teases, yet there's a secret and hidden hurt somewhere deep beneath the quiet laughter in her voice. It's easy to tell herself that if Mami crashed through the ice, if she got soaked and caught a chill and died for a second time....it's easy to tell herself that it wouldn't matter. Mami's already dead - and the depths of Utena's grief would be shallow compared to if it were not Mami who turned blue and still and cold, but the Rose Bride of Ohtori.
But it doesn't matter. The ice holds, resisting her weight as Mami resists those gnawing, jealous thoughts.]
See? It's fine.