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His apology, though awkwardly stammered, it still had some merit to it.  He didn't understand it seemed, about...human nature in general, at least that is how Kurohime perceived of it.  Nevertheless, her grip upon her cherished katana loosened from its white knuckle intensity, her eyes dimming over with the relapse of her inner irritance into a more calm and serene sense of emotion.

[color=ed1c24]"It's...not your fault."[/color]  Her lips parted with a frail whisper, all the while her attention returning the strange boy, now realizing he was a bit taller than she.  [color=ed1c24]"Most people who look at me...they think I'm...different.  Not like them...  I've grown used to it, numb..."[/color]  And sincerely she turned to him with a gracious bow.  [color=ed1c24]"And no...I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have reacted so harsh towards you..."[/color]