[ If she looks at Mukuro, then Mukuro can see her. Her awful, wicked self, the her she can't hide anymore, the reason she's here, the reason her parents will never love her, the reason she's a failure—monster and a failure, failure of being a monster, failure failure failure—
Wolf eyes catch avian nevertheless.
They're captivating. Beautiful in their calculation, beautiful in their efficiency.
Riley hiccoughs in her sobs. ]
But— b-but I c-can't— [ Her protests are whimpers, too soft to be real. The moment reminds her of countless nights where Cairo would talk her down, or—
Or of what she thought was a dream. Reality focuses in from the fractured kaleidoscope of her fevered memories of that night. This isn't the first time they've talked about this. This isn't the first time Mukuro has reassured her.
no subject
Wolf eyes catch avian nevertheless.
They're captivating. Beautiful in their calculation, beautiful in their efficiency.
Riley hiccoughs in her sobs. ]
But— b-but I c-can't— [ Her protests are whimpers, too soft to be real. The moment reminds her of countless nights where Cairo would talk her down, or—
Or of what she thought was a dream. Reality focuses in from the fractured kaleidoscope of her fevered memories of that night. This isn't the first time they've talked about this. This isn't the first time Mukuro has reassured her.
She remembers that now. ]