Well, the 'love' for Kirika wasn't something she felt. It was something that the other girl had felt, but the feelings were memories, ones that felt real even if they also felt foreign to her at the same time. She refused to acknowledge them, even as she couldn't help that they were still there. God, what would happen if that girl appeared one day?

"It ... doesn't matter, no. I'm not going to let flowers decide when and if I say things," she said, nodding firmly. "And I wouldn't have gotten away if you hadn't stopped me in the first place. Don't sell yourself short, Eleanor."