[Sakura would be an absolute mess if she thought for a second May wouldn't see her as anything but herself. The promise is still a blessing, however, something to hold onto while she lets May dry her eyes.

Purple eyes now, the color of violets. She really wasn't kidding. And some distant part of Sakura knows this isn't about the color being ugly. On anyone else, she would've sworn it pretty. It's just--]

-- I don't want to look like her. [murmured tiredly] She didn't want this color, either, but they hurt her until it changed...

[Leaning tiredly against May.] I'm sorry. I know I'm overreacting.