He stepped closer, though he didn't touch her yet. "But you're not my little sister, Jessica. You never really were. And I'm sorry it took me seventy days in a dungeon fighting for my life to realize that the thought of dying without telling you the truth was worse than any monster I faced."
Jessica turned slowly, and Satou could see tears streaming down her face. "But... but Lyra. You and Lyra are together. I saw you that morning. I heard you talking about going on a date. I saw how she looked at you, how you looked at her. I'm not going to—I can't—I won't try to come between—"
"Lyra knows," Satou said gently. "I just talked to her. I told her everything about our conversation before I left. About your feelings. About my confusion. About all of it."
"And she... what? She told you she doesn't love you anymore?" Jessica looked simultaneously hopeful and horrified at the thought.
