[she replays this a few times, trying to gain any insight on what he could have meant when he sent this. jun's not usually this open with his feelings without prompting, and sometimes even then (mostly even then) it's a lot of unsaid things, so this is very unexpected.

The he in this equasion could be manabu. it probably is, but she can't bet on it a hundred percent. and the her? well, she doesn't want to assume anything. she shouldn't assume - but a part of her (and that part's tightening her throat and her chest just now) gently nudges her toward considering, at least.

she hasn't dealt with a misfiring omni, so that doesn't occur to her. she knows jun, they see each other regularly, so ...he must have wanted her to see this? maybe it's trench and some new compulsion to reach out? maybe it's the bloodstones?

but that last statement? um. no. no.

when she replies it's from her room, a wall of open windows punctuated by paper stars behind her.]

Hey, Jun. It sounds like you're talking this through and maybe need a second opinion? What do you think's a mistake? Or ...what's making you think that?

You know nobody would want you to give your life, right? Nobody worth a shit, anyway. [she can see a pthumerian putting this thought in his head, though. or even a cultist.] Did somebody feed you that line of shit? 'Cause I'll break their jaw.