C45 Black Dream

Gianna, "..."

Diantha, "..."

It seemed she had struck a chord.

Gianna gazed sorrowfully at the mangled orange in her hands, eating the broken segments piece by piece and meticulously licking up the juice before speaking in a subdued tone, "I feel nauseous."

Diantha watched her in silence.

Lifting her head, Gianna's eyes brimmed with tears as she met Diantha's gaze