[It feels so weird to be called "mom", to know that she's the one being called when this girl uses that word. It's not a bad feeling, neither she dislikes it, but it's weird. Bulma hugs the kid softly, careful to not press her sore back and yet making sure that her hold of her is firm and there. That there's no doubt she's hugging her child rather than just thin air.]
I'm sorry... I don't even know your name and I showed you such a terrible thing... I'm sorry, darling.
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I'm sorry... I don't even know your name and I showed you such a terrible thing... I'm sorry, darling.