[Harriet pauses at the edge of the forest upon hearing the distant sobs. At first, she thinks she should turn around and go back where she came from. She wouldn't want to seen with a tear stained face, or to show weakness when anyone could be an enemy. But, this was Haruhi - the girl who wanted to play baseball with everyone, who didn't seem to think of anyone in that light. She'd seen the same things as Harriet, just now, but Harriet was the only one closing her heart to the pain of it. Silver's death. Every other meaningless death. Seeing it play out filled her with strong anger at times, other times bewilderment - and Franziska and Bobby's was one of the latter. She had seemed to Harriet like a potential ally, and upon hearing her name called she had assumed someone had perceived her as a threat and killed her. But, her own partner, and so randomly... it didn't make any sense, so Harriet felt there was no choice but to ignore it. And so when she hears the name screamed out, it's surprising.
But then it dawns on her, that she had been killed right before Haruhi's eyes. And then she wonders why she didn't immediately realize the difference this would make. It seems Harriet has changed so much, she's already forgotten what innocence was like. Once again she feels like she's full of bile. Why is this happening to them?
In the end, she still doesn't cross over. As much as she would have liked it, she didn't have a clever remark this time... it didn't seem possible to comfort someone else when she was like this, stewing in her need for judgment, caged in as she withdrew from her own breaking point. She would not give them the satisfaction. But Haruhi could see her standing by, gazing out across the vast wildflowers. She'd ensure that no one else would encroach.]
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But then it dawns on her, that she had been killed right before Haruhi's eyes. And then she wonders why she didn't immediately realize the difference this would make. It seems Harriet has changed so much, she's already forgotten what innocence was like. Once again she feels like she's full of bile. Why is this happening to them?
In the end, she still doesn't cross over. As much as she would have liked it, she didn't have a clever remark this time... it didn't seem possible to comfort someone else when she was like this, stewing in her need for judgment, caged in as she withdrew from her own breaking point. She would not give them the satisfaction. But Haruhi could see her standing by, gazing out across the vast wildflowers. She'd ensure that no one else would encroach.]