[She swallows. Ion's voice is entirely truthful. She couldn't detect one hint of malice in his voice, and that makes her feel more nervous. Is he just trying to get her guard down?]
[But, no. She stares at the dog mask in her hand, remembering the way her mind had suddenly cleared when it had came off. What Ion's saying seems to be reasonable. There's no way he would hate her, right? Ion isn't that type of person.]
You don't need to apologize, Ion. [But she can't resist adding, her voice quiet and anxious:] You don't...hate me, right? Everything you said was because of the mask, right?
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[She swallows. Ion's voice is entirely truthful. She couldn't detect one hint of malice in his voice, and that makes her feel more nervous. Is he just trying to get her guard down?]
[But, no. She stares at the dog mask in her hand, remembering the way her mind had suddenly cleared when it had came off. What Ion's saying seems to be reasonable. There's no way he would hate her, right? Ion isn't that type of person.]
You don't need to apologize, Ion. [But she can't resist adding, her voice quiet and anxious:] You don't...hate me, right? Everything you said was because of the mask, right?