Ann knows she can be oblivious at times. She isn't like Makoto, and her careful calculations and extended plans. She isn't some sort of computer genius like Futaba, who can process information super quickly and turn that information into a weapon to be wielded against the enemy. She doesn't have Haru's carefully cultivated diplomacy or her empathy for those she cares for. But Ann is also not blind.
Not when her best friend had started walking gingerly, when she'd winced over a friendly arm thrown over her shoulder, when it started taking longer to explain each new bruise Ann found when they were changing for gym class. There was an air of guarded weariness about her, and after everything, it's hard not to notice similar warning signs surrounding Akira. The circumstances are obviously different, but at the same time...
Well, hadn't they all known by now how corrupt the police were?
So as the gang leaves, and Ann hesitates, glancing back over her shoulder as the rest of them part ways--
She stands there for a full three minutes, and then she turns and walks back inside, to where Akira is slowly shifting himself to his feet. And she tilts her head, gaze solemn, as she extends a hand to him. ]
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Ann knows she can be oblivious at times. She isn't like Makoto, and her careful calculations and extended plans. She isn't some sort of computer genius like Futaba, who can process information super quickly and turn that information into a weapon to be wielded against the enemy. She doesn't have Haru's carefully cultivated diplomacy or her empathy for those she cares for. But Ann is also not blind.
Not when her best friend had started walking gingerly, when she'd winced over a friendly arm thrown over her shoulder, when it started taking longer to explain each new bruise Ann found when they were changing for gym class. There was an air of guarded weariness about her, and after everything, it's hard not to notice similar warning signs surrounding Akira. The circumstances are obviously different, but at the same time...
Well, hadn't they all known by now how corrupt the police were?
So as the gang leaves, and Ann hesitates, glancing back over her shoulder as the rest of them part ways--
She stands there for a full three minutes, and then she turns and walks back inside, to where Akira is slowly shifting himself to his feet. And she tilts her head, gaze solemn, as she extends a hand to him. ]
Come on. I'll help you upstairs.