[ The storm of her own thoughts keeps her from hearing Mukuro's approach until she's right in front of her and it's impossible not to. Her head shoots up and her face flashes through so many different expressions. First, fear and panic—it was in this apartment, it was here— then surprise, relief—oh thank god, oh she's not alone, she's not alone— and then, starkly and suddenly—
Despair.
The freed claw drags on the floor as she scrambles backward. The other wraps into muscle and rips feathers and flesh from her arm. She shakes her head with a desperate whine. ]
No. No, no, no, n-n- no, jus- just- go. Leave, I- c-can't, can't—!
[ A moment of comfort means nothing. Not when once everything comes crumbling down she'll just be alone again, alone or forced to be the feral thing they expect of her.
cw: gore, intrusive thoughts
Despair.
The freed claw drags on the floor as she scrambles backward. The other wraps into muscle and rips feathers and flesh from her arm. She shakes her head with a desperate whine. ]
No. No, no, no, n-n- no, jus- just- go. Leave, I- c-can't, can't—!
[ A moment of comfort means nothing. Not when once everything comes crumbling down she'll just be alone again, alone or forced to be the feral thing they expect of her.
You can't count on anyone. ]