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	<title>Maria-sama ga Miteru:Volume25 Chapter5 3 - Revision history</title>
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		<title>Enn are: /* Pitiable Person. Part 2 */</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;autocomment&quot;&gt;Pitiable Person. Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;← Older revision&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fff; color: #202122; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Revision as of 10:41, 21 November 2018&lt;/td&gt;
				&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot; id=&quot;mw-diff-left-l87&quot;&gt;Line 87:&lt;/td&gt;
&lt;td colspan=&quot;2&quot; class=&quot;diff-lineno&quot;&gt;Line 87:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why had she said those things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why had she said those things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;−&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #ffe49c; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;del style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Had &lt;/del&gt;she thrown out those harsh words, contrary to her feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot; data-marker=&quot;+&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #a3d3ff; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ins style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Why had &lt;/ins&gt;she thrown out those harsh words, contrary to her feelings?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s why, even now, I still agree with grandpa&amp;#039;s decision.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;diff-marker&quot;&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;background-color: #f8f9fa; color: #202122; font-size: 88%; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px 1px 1px 4px; border-radius: 0.33em; border-color: #eaecf0; vertical-align: top; white-space: pre-wrap;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s why, even now, I still agree with grandpa&amp;#039;s decision.&amp;quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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		<author><name>Enn are</name></author>
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		<title>Enn are: Created page with &quot;===&lt;noinclude&gt;Pitiable Person. &lt;/noinclude&gt;Part 2===  Leaving her parents&#039; bedroom, she found her father there.  &quot;Papa … &quot;  &quot;I&#039;m sorry.&quot;  He was leaning against the wall nex...&quot;</title>
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		<updated>2016-03-20T08:40:20Z</updated>

		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;Created page with &amp;quot;===&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;Pitiable Person. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 2===  Leaving her parents&amp;#039; bedroom, she found her father there.  &amp;quot;Papa … &amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry.&amp;quot;  He was leaning against the wall nex...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;===&amp;lt;noinclude&amp;gt;Pitiable Person. &amp;lt;/noinclude&amp;gt;Part 2===&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving her parents&amp;#039; bedroom, she found her father there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Papa … &amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He was leaning against the wall next to the bedroom door, smiling at her. It looked like he&amp;#039;d been there for quite a while. He may have arrived not long after Touko entered their bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s nothing.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Touko shook her head, and put her hand on her pajama collar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was cold in the hall, after all. She&amp;#039;d come running when she heard her mother&amp;#039;s scream, so she hadn&amp;#039;t had time to put anything else on. The air chilled her neck.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her dad repeated. As though apologizing that he hadn&amp;#039;t been there for his wife&amp;#039;s mishap. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I went to the toilet, then thought I&amp;#039;d stop in at the kitchen for a nightcap.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Touko&amp;#039;s dad took off his dressing gown and draped it over her shoulders. His familiar smell covered her body. It was warm.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You couldn&amp;#039;t sleep?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot; – No.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He shook his head slightly, but Touko wasn&amp;#039;t sure whether he was telling the truth or not. Her dad wasn&amp;#039;t much of a drinker. He would drink at work functions, but at home he rarely touched alcohol. And a nightcap? It was hard to believe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it because of me … ?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She said, somewhat lightheartedly, and was met with a serious expression.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Not at all.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But her mom had been having nightmares for the past month and a half. Touko had run away from home midway through December last year, so there was no way the two were completely unrelated. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Because of her mom&amp;#039;s instability, her dad wasn&amp;#039;t sleeping soundly either. In that case, it could be said that her dad&amp;#039;s insomnia was Touko&amp;#039;s fault after all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Like that.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her dad mumbled, gazing at Touko.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re always forcing yourself to fit in. We were so stupid, we never suspected that when you were behaving like a spoiled child, or being willful, that it was you acting the part of an innocent daughter.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He looked forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You too, papa. You read too much into things.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was hard on Touko, knowing that she was the one who caused him to have such an expression, when usually he covered her in a warm smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve never for a moment thought that I was forcing myself. I&amp;#039;m sure that was all me. My personality took that shape because that&amp;#039;s the sort of person I wanted to be.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was all she could say at this point.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She had been the one to destroy the balance within their family. She didn&amp;#039;t want to tell a lie that would only patch things over on the surface.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even if it were to be mended, it could never return to the way it was before. She didn&amp;#039;t want things fixed if that just meant that the destruction had been in vain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Back then, that argument seemed to come as quite a shock to mama.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her dad said, looking towards the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;On the other hand, I thought it was a good thing. Because if you hadn&amp;#039;t hit us with your feelings, we may never have known the screaming in your heart.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Touko&amp;#039;s hands naturally moved to cover her chest, as though guided by the phrase, &amp;quot;the screaming in your heart.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thinking back, it had always kind of felt like her suppressed emotions were shouting, &amp;quot;Let me out of here.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;#039;m here.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Notice me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&amp;#039;s not like I can&amp;#039;t think for myself.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;#039;m only pretending to not see anything, to not hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know how long you&amp;#039;ve known, but it must have been a heavy burden for you to bear alone at your age. It&amp;#039;s better that we, your parents, carry it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But what now, now that the dam had burst? Having spewed forth her feelings, all that remained was a large hole in her heart, and self-loathing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The end result was that she&amp;#039;d driven off her mom and made her dad worry. Had it really been necessary for her to let those feelings out?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She didn&amp;#039;t know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why had she said those things?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Had she thrown out those harsh words, contrary to her feelings?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That&amp;#039;s why, even now, I still agree with grandpa&amp;#039;s decision.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Touko&amp;#039;s father looked her straight in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You should paint your own life on a blank canvas, without worrying about anyone else … That wish of mine, it&amp;#039;s not tossing you aside. Do you understand?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Touko didn&amp;#039;t respond to that. No, she wasn&amp;#039;t able to respond.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Above all, she never doubted that her parents loved her. But, if that were the case, didn&amp;#039;t it mean that Touko wasn&amp;#039;t necessary.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Papa.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Instead of responding, Touko asked a question.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Isn&amp;#039;t everything in this world give and take?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Huh?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Is it okay to just take and take?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;… What are you saying?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her dad asked, looking perplexed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Touko has nothing to give back.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Taking off the dressing gown, she held it out to her father. He accepted it, then looked gently into her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t be silly. Mama, grandpa, and I have already received so much from you, Touko.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Really?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Of course.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Smiling at that statement, Touko walked off down the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Touko. I&amp;#039;m really grateful to you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Touko&amp;#039;s dad called out as she walked away, then he opened the door to the bedroom where her mom was sleeping. She didn&amp;#039;t turn around. But she could tell that he would watch over her until she returned to her own room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even though she was receiving so much love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She had nothing to give back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(We&amp;#039;ve already received so much from you, Touko.)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her father had said there was, &amp;quot;so much,&amp;quot; but she couldn&amp;#039;t think of a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The hallway felt uncomfortably long.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>Enn are</name></author>
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