[ If she could hear Tifa's thoughts, Mitsuru would flat out deny being anything resembling royalty back home. Her friends on the other hand, would probably take a very different view. She had once been bestowed with the nickname "Princess" after all. ]
I am sorry about your mother.
[ She averts her gaze from the books to look at Tifa as she speaks, her expression genuinely somber for a moment. She understands far too well the experience of losing a parent. ]
...Since you were fifteen? Was the work in addition to your studies?
[ In Mitsuru's world, your education and attending classes was the most important thing at fifteen. She simply can't imagine being expected to work a job at such a young and crucial age. This place had a habit of making her feel extremely sheltered all over again. It's clear she still has a lot to learn. ]
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I am sorry about your mother.
[ She averts her gaze from the books to look at Tifa as she speaks, her expression genuinely somber for a moment. She understands far too well the experience of losing a parent. ]
...Since you were fifteen? Was the work in addition to your studies?
[ In Mitsuru's world, your education and attending classes was the most important thing at fifteen. She simply can't imagine being expected to work a job at such a young and crucial age. This place had a habit of making her feel extremely sheltered all over again. It's clear she still has a lot to learn. ]