Unlike Yukiko, Fuuka wasn't quite there just yet. She was shaking just a bit. She could feel how tightly her friend's grips were around her hand and despite Fuuka giving an equal tug?

It was clear to see that she lacked the confidence.

As she shouted right back, her voice falters a little. "I...I don't need you, I'm not anything like you! You can just....go!"

And if Yukiko turned to her friend, she could see that she was starting to tear up. Just a tad bit.