( After so many days and repeats of watching this, Kokomi has taken to shifting between different spots for viewing. Most lately, she's made an effort to step near anyone else who might be watching this strange play. The more that she watches this, the more confused she is about the plot, and the changes— but the more certain she is that companionship is crucial.

His coughing seems to solidify that, though she won't be so tactless as to point that out. Instead, she holds a journal close to her chest, chin lifting ever so slightly and her gaze changing from the stage to the man beside her. )

I find myself saddened by the Ruler's death no matter how many times I watch it. I cannot say for certain whether it may be one Ruler again and again, or many, or some combination of the two, but...

( Her eyes look a little more firm, her stare more insistent. Do you need a hug, sir?

Ah, well, she's not so forward as to ask just yet, but she's working up to it. )

To be blindsided even by your most trusted... He must have felt such unbearable loneliness. No one should have to feel such deep and twisting sorrow, especially at the end of their lives.

( She'd feel bashful about her rambling at this point if the memories in her own mind weren't crashing forth and sparking old regrets. Still, she looks insistently at the stranger, like her little speech alone should pull the courage out from within him to ask for help.

She has backup plans, of course. )