[Flandre's expression changes from affectionate to concerned. The little vampire instead curls her wings around Cube's shoulders, as if she could protect him from everything that way.]
...Cube could do nothing? Nothing...at all?
[Secondhand trauma, here. That sounded awful in a way Flandre only now began to understand--piece by piece.]
[Interfering Action]
...Cube could do nothing? Nothing...at all?
[Secondhand trauma, here. That sounded awful in a way Flandre only now began to understand--piece by piece.]