[Later, maybe she'll think about it. What made her come at this the way she did. Why this had to be Riley's fault. Part of it's simple, of course. It can't be Mukuro's. Even the part that is — well. She's already paid her pound of flesh. She'll learn, or she won't. Unfortunately, Lila's got no choice in the matter of caring or not caring. She doesn't know how to unhitch that wagon.]
[It's not so hard to figure out why she stayed, though. She could have left a couple of minutes ago, once it was clear Riley understood her point. She could have just fucking texted her. It's not that she wanted to hurt her, although that was part of it. No, it's . . .]
[The thing is—]
[She wanted to know. She just wanted to know, really, if the feelings of frustration she's had about Riley even in milder moments were just her imagination or if there really was something there. Riley is a contradiction, a mess of nerves and standards and opinions that don't quite match up. To Lila, who has long lost the ability to obfuscate her feelings, let alone the desire, it feels like deceit.]
[So: is Riley a liar? Maybe. Maybe Riley's just pathetic. A pathetic little girl. Not even a villain, just a girl who doesn't know what she wants, who can't stand up for herself, who doesn't know how much damage she can do by wallowing in self-pity and vacillating in indecision. Just another sad kid unwilling to save herself.]
[What would Lila have done if it had been her? It doesn't matter, because Lila would have done it. She can't conceive of a reason why someone wouldn't handle their business themselves. She doesn't understand the world Riley comes from. She doesn't understand, and she has no interest in understanding. What she knows for certain is that by coming here, she's built the first bricks of a tower that will slowly close over her. Just like back home, she'll be alone in the end. But there are some people, in her opinion, who are worth that.]
[Riley tells her to get out, and she vanishes through the floor like she was never there.]
cw homicidal ideation, ableism
[It's not so hard to figure out why she stayed, though. She could have left a couple of minutes ago, once it was clear Riley understood her point. She could have just fucking texted her. It's not that she wanted to hurt her, although that was part of it. No, it's . . .]
[The thing is—]
[She wanted to know. She just wanted to know, really, if the feelings of frustration she's had about Riley even in milder moments were just her imagination or if there really was something there. Riley is a contradiction, a mess of nerves and standards and opinions that don't quite match up. To Lila, who has long lost the ability to obfuscate her feelings, let alone the desire, it feels like deceit.]
[So: is Riley a liar? Maybe. Maybe Riley's just pathetic. A pathetic little girl. Not even a villain, just a girl who doesn't know what she wants, who can't stand up for herself, who doesn't know how much damage she can do by wallowing in self-pity and vacillating in indecision. Just another sad kid unwilling to save herself.]
[What would Lila have done if it had been her? It doesn't matter, because Lila would have done it. She can't conceive of a reason why someone wouldn't handle their business themselves. She doesn't understand the world Riley comes from. She doesn't understand, and she has no interest in understanding. What she knows for certain is that by coming here, she's built the first bricks of a tower that will slowly close over her. Just like back home, she'll be alone in the end. But there are some people, in her opinion, who are worth that.]
[Riley tells her to get out, and she vanishes through the floor like she was never there.]