[She lets the silence be for as long as she's able. It's not that she doesn't want to talk to him; it's that she doesn't know what to say. He knows Kankuro's gone. He wouldn't be out here just sitting with her if he didn't. Hell, if he didn't poke through her apartment -- if he'd been near enough to hear the commotion -- then one of the others could have told him. It's not a great leap of logic to make.
She wants to say something. Silence doesn't seem right. Kankuro was never the silent type, so why try to honor his memory by sitting in complete silence?
... And why is she acting like he's dead? He's fine. He's fine and he'll be fine. He'll survive the war. He'll thrive. It'll all be fine. He doesn't need her anymore. He's grown into a fine man who doesn't need his big sister dogging his every step.
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She wants to say something. Silence doesn't seem right. Kankuro was never the silent type, so why try to honor his memory by sitting in complete silence?
... And why is she acting like he's dead? He's fine. He's fine and he'll be fine. He'll survive the war. He'll thrive. It'll all be fine. He doesn't need her anymore. He's grown into a fine man who doesn't need his big sister dogging his every step.
She tosses another rock into the water.]