[It's so hard to not burst into open tears of her own. Konoha's grief and sorrow mirrors her own, her tears contagious. Sheryl takes a breath as she presses her face into the other woman's shoulder, and it comes slightly ragged, but she holds herself from crying-- or, at least, fully weeping-- with willpower alone.

Isn't this what she'd told herself? What she'd learned? She'd be the songstress of despair.] I don't know. It feels cruel of her, doesn't it?

Maybe we could've stopped it, or maybe there was nothing we could do. That still doesn't make it our fault, Konoha. It's not our fault!

[She says, her voice a little hoarse, a little too emphatic.

Maybe Konoha isn't the one she's trying to convince.

There's a difference between causing it and failing to prevent it, right? Right??]