[Christine grabs one of the letters, but she doesn't open it. No, she's about to say something when she sees Nana bolt.
She doesn't say anything then. She just chases after, all the way to the dance studio, where she hovers, nervously in the doorway.
She still... can't say anything. What could she possibly say to make this right? She'd only add to the sadness if she tried.
So instead she steps forward, then again, and again. She takes each step she hopes Claudine would, if she were here, and kneels beside her, placing a hand on Nana's back.]
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She doesn't say anything then. She just chases after, all the way to the dance studio, where she hovers, nervously in the doorway.
She still... can't say anything. What could she possibly say to make this right? She'd only add to the sadness if she tried.
So instead she steps forward, then again, and again. She takes each step she hopes Claudine would, if she were here, and kneels beside her, placing a hand on Nana's back.]