Instead, he's told, it's not even your fault and he's not gone, and he should probably wonder if this is some kind of trap, but there's part of him that trusts someone with this voice, knows it, recognizes it, and--
--his eyes shut.
He gives in. Small shoulders, determined to carry whatever they need to, even if it's the whole world, relax. The hug's not returned, exactly, but it's leaned into, and, yep, those are hands that've come up to the sides of the harpy's shirt, and grip it, until it's pulled away from, because it is, it is, it is his fault, and--!
In a tone that's more upset than any the Ring-Spirit has heard up until now, either into a shoulder if the hug lasts more than a second or two or just after it's broken if it doesn't, he says:]
I have to help him. I'm trying, but -- I don't know how.
[Is blowing up his soul something Ryou has done...? What the heck, man, how? That's a question for later, though.]
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He's -- waiting for pain, actually.
Which doesn't come.
Instead, he's told, it's not even your fault and he's not gone, and he should probably wonder if this is some kind of trap, but there's part of him that trusts someone with this voice, knows it, recognizes it, and--
--his eyes shut.
He gives in. Small shoulders, determined to carry whatever they need to, even if it's the whole world, relax. The hug's not returned, exactly, but it's leaned into, and, yep, those are hands that've come up to the sides of the harpy's shirt, and grip it, until it's pulled away from, because it is, it is, it is his fault, and--!
In a tone that's more upset than any the Ring-Spirit has heard up until now, either into a shoulder if the hug lasts more than a second or two or just after it's broken if it doesn't, he says:]
I have to help him. I'm trying, but -- I don't know how.
[Is blowing up his soul something Ryou has done...? What the heck, man, how? That's a question for later, though.]