[It's nothing new to her. The urge to murder never leaves her, only quiets at times.
But the love-- is different, an emotion she's always been uncertain of, convinced she'd never have and his face appears in her mind with it, and she can't quite stifle the sudden gasp.
Walking at sunset. The quiet nights in her room. The idle afternoons in Touko's office. She wants to go back to those days. She wants to reach the place at his side, where he said she would be someday]
[Keeping her back to Anri, she silently ignores the girl on the ground as she tries to bury the foreign surge of emotion with effort. Finally, she takes a single step towards the street before stopping, her voice surprisingly fragile, her grip tightening on the handle of the sword]
... Yeah. This isn't what I want.
[It just gets her closer to it. She starts to walk again, to leave before she's overwhelmed]