[He feels strangely vulnerable, like this. As though in offering this to Ryou, he's somehow bared a part of his soul. He knows Ryou knows who he really is, what he is, how he balances scales with kindness or with brutal force depending on what's called for, but he's put his whole self into this, he's done his absolute best, he can't think of anything else, and...
...he's put his whole self into this. For weeks. Now that it's done, what is he supposed to do but lay it at Ryou's feet, and hope, that--]
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[He feels strangely vulnerable, like this. As though in offering this to Ryou, he's somehow bared a part of his soul. He knows Ryou knows who he really is, what he is, how he balances scales with kindness or with brutal force depending on what's called for, but he's put his whole self into this, he's done his absolute best, he can't think of anything else, and...
...he's put his whole self into this. For weeks. Now that it's done, what is he supposed to do but lay it at Ryou's feet, and hope, that--]
...I hope it's enough.
[He hopes he's enough.]