[ Some part of him wants to grudgingly accept these points for what they are—Natsuno knows better than anyone what it's like to be told how to feel or think. But- ]
You are wrong. You have no idea what I've done, and what I'd do again. [ Just the memory of it draws his fangs from his gums. ]
Our situations were different, but I've done my share of bad things too, thinking I was beyond redemption, and thought that I was always at danger of harming those close to me again... that I might myself. [ He presses his lips tightly together, eyes looking away from the other long after the physical features have shifted just to fall upon his hand, which he clenches into a tight fist. ] That's why I used to wear that blindfold.
[ His eyes fell right upon Natsuno, without a trace of wariness in his gaze. ]
...It wouldn't be fair if I didn't give you a chance.
[ His eyes narrow, the silence ticking by as his heart beats on, unperturbed by the irony of its continued existence. Finally Natsuno speaks, his eyes still blood red, his incisors still jutting out past his lips.
Fine, if this is how things are going to be- ]
I won't repeat myself, but don't forget what I am. I haven't.
[ Even if Natsuno's expression remains hard, Riku's doesn't. In fact, it softens a little, as he thinks back to every time they've fought side by side, or had a quiet moment together in which they exchanged pleasantries in the form of occasional small talk.
What Natsuno "is" to him, isn't a monster or an enemy to humankind. ]</small.
[ Sighing, he runs a hand through his hair. That was that then, as much as he hated it. After a few breaths in and out his eye color fades to purple, and his fangs retract into his gums.
This conversation isn't over, just tabled for now. ]
If we're really trapped here, we'll only have a few weeks until people start losing their minds. We can't afford to waste anytime.
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[ Some part of him wants to grudgingly accept these points for what they are—Natsuno knows better than anyone what it's like to be told how to feel or think. But- ]
You are wrong. You have no idea what I've done, and what I'd do again. [ Just the memory of it draws his fangs from his gums. ]
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[ His eyes fell right upon Natsuno, without a trace of wariness in his gaze. ]
...It wouldn't be fair if I didn't give you a chance.
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Fine, if this is how things are going to be- ]
I won't repeat myself, but don't forget what I am. I haven't.
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[ Even if Natsuno's expression remains hard, Riku's doesn't. In fact, it softens a little, as he thinks back to every time they've fought side by side, or had a quiet moment together in which they exchanged pleasantries in the form of occasional small talk.
What Natsuno "is" to him, isn't a monster or an enemy to humankind. ]</small.
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This conversation isn't over, just tabled for now. ]
If we're really trapped here, we'll only have a few weeks until people start losing their minds. We can't afford to waste anytime.
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No, we can't. Our best bet is figuring out more about the situation and this place since it's painfully clear we haven't been told much.
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I'll see what I can do. You'll probably have better luck talking with the witches, though.