[ And yet still, Riley shakes her head. Instead of fighting, mercifully, she's gone into freeze-mode, like the scared little girl she once was (still is)— her claws don't rake against Mukuro's fur, don't draw blood like the last time they were in this oh-so-small apartment (no— no, she says there was a time after, a time she thought was—) and she feels herself torn in a thousand different directions. ]
No! No, I— I'm a monster—!!
[ It's the only thing she can concretely say, besides her apologies. Her shoulders shake and heave, her body trembles, her wings hang limp. She's a shrill, incoherent mess, and the only way they're going to get anywhere is if she can suck it up and breathe, but she just can't. ]
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No! No, I— I'm a monster—!!
[ It's the only thing she can concretely say, besides her apologies. Her shoulders shake and heave, her body trembles, her wings hang limp. She's a shrill, incoherent mess, and the only way they're going to get anywhere is if she can suck it up and breathe, but she just can't. ]