[It'd be a lie to say what follows was entirely on his behalf. It's true that the sight of him shocks her; all the anger washes away in an instant, replaced by a numb sensation in her chest and a sudden pain in her head that shakes her to her very core.
"Will you promise you won't hurt him?"
It was something that had upset her, for reasons she never bothered to bring up. She just ignored how she'd felt and pressed on in the hopes she wouldn't ruin Yuuko's night.
"Thank you, Nobu. You don't know how much that means to me."
All she can see is Yuuko's smile. The relief that set in when she'd "approved" of their relationship. That there was no threat of her bringing any harm to Ryoji, a promise she had made entirely sincere with every intention of keeping.
But seeing him on the ground in sheer agony, she drops her sword to the ground. She can't even process this, now that some faceless creature has a face and a voice and an identity to him that are so very real.
She moves closer and practically falls to her knees beside him, unable - unwilling - to hide the fact she's actually crying.]
...why?
[Her hands move outwards and hover over his body, as if there were something she could do...but there isn't. She's sick to her stomach. She can't even touch him.]
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"Will you promise you won't hurt him?"
It was something that had upset her, for reasons she never bothered to bring up. She just ignored how she'd felt and pressed on in the hopes she wouldn't ruin Yuuko's night.
"Thank you, Nobu. You don't know how much that means to me."
All she can see is Yuuko's smile. The relief that set in when she'd "approved" of their relationship. That there was no threat of her bringing any harm to Ryoji, a promise she had made entirely sincere with every intention of keeping.
But seeing him on the ground in sheer agony, she drops her sword to the ground. She can't even process this, now that some faceless creature has a face and a voice and an identity to him that are so very real.
She moves closer and practically falls to her knees beside him, unable - unwilling - to hide the fact she's actually crying.]
...why?
[Her hands move outwards and hover over his body, as if there were something she could do...but there isn't. She's sick to her stomach. She can't even touch him.]
How? What have I...?