The words echo in Akane's mind, going around in circles. Without even thinking about it, she's clutching her head, eyes squeezed shut.
Not that. Anything but that. Connie was the best friend she'd ever had. Connie was everything she'd thought Ranma was going to be, for that brief, short, wonderful time when she thought Ranma was a girl and not really a boy after all.
"I just. Don't understand," she mumbles. "If there's nothing perverted involved, then how is it different than-- you and me?"
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The words echo in Akane's mind, going around in circles. Without even thinking about it, she's clutching her head, eyes squeezed shut.
Not that. Anything but that. Connie was the best friend she'd ever had. Connie was everything she'd thought Ranma was going to be, for that brief, short, wonderful time when she thought Ranma was a girl and not really a boy after all.
"I just. Don't understand," she mumbles. "If there's nothing perverted involved, then how is it different than-- you and me?"