[ Makoto knows the right points to hit to make her feel regret, and it's frustrating as all hell.
Because no, Futaba would not have wanted to screw up any chance the Phantom Thieves would have to make a difference here. Not that they even knew what that could be yet.
So she doesn't... reply. But considering they've probably been texting each other across the house all this time, if Makoto decides to seek her out (again), she'll find Futaba curled up in a ball, arms crossed and face red with a mixture of frustration and shame.
Or she can just let it lie. She got her point across, either way. ]
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Because no, Futaba would not have wanted to screw up any chance the Phantom Thieves would have to make a difference here. Not that they even knew what that could be yet.
So she doesn't... reply. But considering they've probably been texting each other across the house all this time, if Makoto decides to seek her out (again), she'll find Futaba curled up in a ball, arms crossed and face red with a mixture of frustration and shame.
Or she can just let it lie. She got her point across, either way. ]