(That has always broken my heart, btw, and made Katte's last day feel more real to me: uniform cheerfulness would have been alien to me, but terrified and trying to do the right thing is uuuuuggghhhh right in the feels.)

Ugh, yeah. :((((((((((((((((

(I am just enjoying the heck out of this whole thread -- well, you know, for values of "enjoy" that also include "having my heart broken a lot," although I don't have anything coherent to say.)