[She was already hating herself for what happened, but it's more so now that she's completely lost any ability to keep her emotions in. Fear was commonplace where they were, but to actually be that close to death and know it scares the hell out of her. In that moment she's not a demon, not the daughter of Satan, but a terrified teenage girl who's been forced to deal with the end of the world and the haunting realization that regardless of her strength and power she could still very well die out there.
Not just that, but the idea that she could never see Bon or any of her new friends again hits her like a train. What if she had died? What would that have done to the people she cares about? It's too painful to think about, but it's there, and it only serves to make her tears all the more present.
There's no hesitation, no surprise when Bon hugs her. She turns and clutches at his shirt, burying her face in his chest as sobs wracked her entire body, making her seem tiny and vulnerable in his arms.]
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Not just that, but the idea that she could never see Bon or any of her new friends again hits her like a train. What if she had died? What would that have done to the people she cares about? It's too painful to think about, but it's there, and it only serves to make her tears all the more present.
There's no hesitation, no surprise when Bon hugs her. She turns and clutches at his shirt, burying her face in his chest as sobs wracked her entire body, making her seem tiny and vulnerable in his arms.]