[Menma repeats herself again, standing quietly at one end of the couch. She’s not entirely sure how to react; she doesn’t quite know what made the other so upset.
But Menma’s been through her own share of heartache since arriving in the circus—friends leaving, and maybe even, like her, coming back and forgetting everyone. Menma doesn’t quite understand the seriousness of the situation, but she still realizes that it’s the workings of the Ringmaster. He must be quite the evil individual if he wanted to break up friendships made here.
After a moment of silence, Menma turns around to sit with Kamila on the couch, the plates still in her hand.]
Menma… Menma brought cake for Kamila!
[She moves her hand, as if to give the cake to the other already. Her head is lowered. It takes a moment, but she’s finally gained enough courage to ask the girl something.]
[What a kind gesture, bringing Kamila some cake. Menma was the same generous individual that the little lady always admired. Even though the ghost didn’t have her previous memories, she tried so hard to still be a good friend. Kamila allows the sentence to echo in her head for a while, allowing herself to appreciate the kind gesture.
Then the question appeared. Kamila opened her lips.]
[The tears began streaming down again, the numbing feeling fading away ever so slightly. Her lip trembled and the little lady held a tighter grip on the pillow for comfort.]
[Kamila swallows a few tears.]
Left…he left just like..just like Luke did…
[Suddenly she springs up, pillow in hand. Frustrated, she flings it at the wall across from the couch.]
Just like my dad did! Just like everyone does!
[As the pillow bounces off the wall and makes a safe landing on the floor, Kamila can’t help but feel ashamed. She shouldn’t compose herself like this. She grips on the corners of the couch cushions, biting her lip as she held back more tears.]
[She mumbled an apology.]