"She's a good girl." Kyouko's low mutter takes you by surprise. "Better than me."
You glance sidelong at Kyouko. You're... well, OK, Yuma's a lot less jaded than Kyouko. She hasn't gone through as much as Kyouko has, hasn't had to do as much as Kyouko had. It's complicated, but no way are you letting that pass without saying something. After you see if she's going anywhere with that.
Kyouko slants a look right back at you, sharp and narrow-eyed.
"Shut it," she mutters. "Listen. I don't get how you can be so calm about... all that. What we talked about." She sneaks a glance at Yuma, who doesn't seem to have notice. Kyouko slows a pace, and pounds a fist to her own chest, smiling bitterly. "There's a place for people like me. Her?"
"She's different," Kyouko says. She rolls her spear across her shoulders as she walks, glaring out into the darkness. "She's got a chance. No, you shut up."
... you were going to wait until she finished, honest! You mime a zipper over your mouth.
"You wanna help," she says, at something approximating a normal volume. "For some godforsaken reason you wanna help, both of us. Help her. I mean-" Her voice drops again. "Better with me? Christ. C'mon, you can do better than that."
She shakes her head.
"Not like... nrrg, listen, I know her mother was a shithead," Kyouko says. "And I'm not. Don't... don't bother with that. I mean this... day to day. Scrabbling for a life. Yuma, wait up."