“You see…” Fukunaga touches a hand to her temple to fend off the inevitable headache that accompanies talking to even a sleeping Nao. “I always thought I would sacrifice you in the end, and that it would be easy.”
She closes her eyes and tries to draw out the contempt she once felt for the fool who deserved deception. “And I will. Don’t mistake me.”
She brushes aside a lock of Nao’s hair and sniffs at the line of drool falling to her pillow.
“But not easily.”
Fukunaga turns away before her more gentle feelings dominate her.
“And not today.”