[Ryou screams, unable to control himself. His tail is writhing like a beheaded snake behind him, red-violet, then white, bright and fearful. He squirms, tries to move his body in a way that Atem might strike the spines rather than his skin, anything to make it less.
But even still, even with all his movements telegraphing how much he doesn't want to be here, to shoulder the burden of Mukuro's choices, he will not betray her. She, who had taught him how to hunt, how to exist as a werewolf. She, who he had found in Dyster and shared intimate knowledge with, and who had in turn told him about her sister.]
Th-the only...the only butcher there was me, I killed those men! I KILLED THOSE MEN!! I ATE THEM!
[He knows it's not what he's supposed to say to allay his suffering. He doesn't care. The darkness...it falters under this fortitude, this resolve.
But it doesn't stop Ryou from biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood.
The hallucination is convincing. He bites his lip in reality as well, and he's crying there too, though not nearly as much.]
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But even still, even with all his movements telegraphing how much he doesn't want to be here, to shoulder the burden of Mukuro's choices, he will not betray her. She, who had taught him how to hunt, how to exist as a werewolf. She, who he had found in Dyster and shared intimate knowledge with, and who had in turn told him about her sister.]
Th-the only...the only butcher there was me, I killed those men! I KILLED THOSE MEN!! I ATE THEM!
[He knows it's not what he's supposed to say to allay his suffering. He doesn't care. The darkness...it falters under this fortitude, this resolve.
But it doesn't stop Ryou from biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood.
The hallucination is convincing. He bites his lip in reality as well, and he's crying there too, though not nearly as much.]