[The word is meaningless to her, so she discards it. She can't waste time trying to solve pointless mysteries - all her focus is on the girl in front of her and figuring out how to help.
Mukuro doesn't have a magic voice. She can barely handle her own emotions, let alone other people's. She doesn't have that innate ability to care for others, not like she knows she's supposed to. But Riley helped her, when she didn't have to. Riley asked, listened, cared about some stranger - some worthless dead terrorist who deserved anything but compassion. Riley is this broken over so few lives when Mukuro has taken hundreds or more.
What she does have is her body, here in this moment, and the physical strength to stop this girl from tearing lines into herself. So after only a second's hesitation, she slips her arms around Riley. It's less like a hug and more like - bracing, like guarding, like maybe she can stop her from shaking apart.]
Riley - it's okay.
[Her voice is low and soft, not quite as monotone but nowhere near panic. Her breathing is slow and even, and Riley's held close enough against her to hear it.]
You're all right. Just try to breathe. I've got you, okay...?
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Mukuro doesn't have a magic voice. She can barely handle her own emotions, let alone other people's. She doesn't have that innate ability to care for others, not like she knows she's supposed to. But Riley helped her, when she didn't have to. Riley asked, listened, cared about some stranger - some worthless dead terrorist who deserved anything but compassion. Riley is this broken over so few lives when Mukuro has taken hundreds or more.
What she does have is her body, here in this moment, and the physical strength to stop this girl from tearing lines into herself. So after only a second's hesitation, she slips her arms around Riley. It's less like a hug and more like - bracing, like guarding, like maybe she can stop her from shaking apart.]
Riley - it's okay.
[Her voice is low and soft, not quite as monotone but nowhere near panic. Her breathing is slow and even, and Riley's held close enough against her to hear it.]
You're all right. Just try to breathe.
I've got you, okay...?