As his arm wraps around her, she tenses up, shoulders trembling slightly. In her life, she'd never had that kind of attachment. At the orphanage, she'd never had friends. When she'd been at school, she quickly learned that she never fit in anywhere- She was too wild, too awkward. She couldn't let injustice, no matter how small, slide, even if it came from someone who was her friend. She was always clumsy with her words, unable to convey her feelings or connect to others properly. If she had friends, they'd abandon her right away, as soon as she showed herself for who she is.

Which means that this hug from Togusa... may very well be the first time in her life she's been hugged like that. She doesn't know what to do, she's never felt anything like it. But the tears spill out, even as she tries to resist them.

"I... I don't know what to do now..." She finally confesses. She wants to make it up to them, but she doesn't know how. She wants to heal them, but she's not strong enough. She feels paralyzed, like her ideals are crushed, and she doesn't know how to move forward.