The threat of blood does spook Rutile, a bit. The anger makes him shrink in on himself a little bit.
But at the same time...he wishes he could reach out, somehow. He doesn't know this person very well—at all—but it's the need to understand and open his heart that keeps his chin up. ]
...I don't think he's weak. And neither are we.
[ He says this quietly, to himself, not really to Sou's shadow. Hearing the word "weak" so much makes him want to shake someone.
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The threat of blood does spook Rutile, a bit. The anger makes him shrink in on himself a little bit.
But at the same time...he wishes he could reach out, somehow. He doesn't know this person very well—at all—but it's the need to understand and open his heart that keeps his chin up. ]
...I don't think he's weak. And neither are we.
[ He says this quietly, to himself, not really to Sou's shadow. Hearing the word "weak" so much makes him want to shake someone.
This is all so unfair. ]