[She reaches her right hand over into her left pocket and takes out her other handmade handkerchief. You might have seen the one Eric presented at the trial, used to gather evidence. Or more likely, the hours she spends knifing them by hand in the parlor. Krone drapes the handkerchief over the girl's hand, raises her palm to her face with those lingering tearstains, and backs away with her fingers clasped together like she's looking at something cute.]
There!
[The message is clear. "Smile." Krone hasn't seemed close to physically shedding a tear this entire time. This lesson, at least, Akko has time to take to heart.]
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There!
[The message is clear. "Smile." Krone hasn't seemed close to physically shedding a tear this entire time. This lesson, at least, Akko has time to take to heart.]