[Ryou flinches at the noise, but his gaze turns hard, eyes glowing brighter. Everything about this feels too real.
He remembers the people who told him he was making excuses, who told him that he was protecting his comrades, the ones who publicly renounced his friends, and it makes his lip curl, baring too-white teeth against too-dark skin.]
No.
[That's it. That's all. No. He'd never, ever admit that any of his friends had done this out of malice nor that they deserved punishment. For what, holding a camera? Disarming a lock? Cutting up a corpse?
no subject
He remembers the people who told him he was making excuses, who told him that he was protecting his comrades, the ones who publicly renounced his friends, and it makes his lip curl, baring too-white teeth against too-dark skin.]
No.
[That's it. That's all. No. He'd never, ever admit that any of his friends had done this out of malice nor that they deserved punishment. For what, holding a camera? Disarming a lock? Cutting up a corpse?
Claiming power to protect oneself?]
I murdered the humans. I took the power I wanted.