[The tendrils tighten, perhaps painfully. Whatever the Ring-Spirit thinks he's doing here, it's not helping. Ryou simply presses in closer. He dares the other to move, extend his neck. Oh, he can see it. Go ahead, try to get away. He really should.]
What you meant and what is are two wholly different things. But you never got it, did you. You're so wholly traumatized by me shattering my soul, oh. Poor YOU.
[The word is spat, angrily. Vindictively.]
Poor little you, right? Because you can talk yourself in circles, you terrible creature, and try to find reasons to OVERTHINK because that's the only way you know how to deal with things. But that's your problem. You want to make everything complicated, except for the things you choose to try and make palatable. Everything you say to try and sort your feelings towards me is a pile of worthless excuses.
Do us a favor. No more excuses, please?
[A third tendril creeps forward. This one starts to wrap around the base of the Ring-Spirit's ruff. His neck. Ryou's lost in it, pressing his advantage because maybe this is a little more of the monster he is. The monster Javert knew he always was.]
Or I will show you your soul and you can appraise it from outside your body.
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[The tendrils tighten, perhaps painfully. Whatever the Ring-Spirit thinks he's doing here, it's not helping. Ryou simply presses in closer. He dares the other to move, extend his neck. Oh, he can see it. Go ahead, try to get away. He really should.]
What you meant and what is are two wholly different things. But you never got it, did you. You're so wholly traumatized by me shattering my soul, oh. Poor YOU.
[The word is spat, angrily. Vindictively.]
Poor little you, right? Because you can talk yourself in circles, you terrible creature, and try to find reasons to OVERTHINK because that's the only way you know how to deal with things. But that's your problem. You want to make everything complicated, except for the things you choose to try and make palatable. Everything you say to try and sort your feelings towards me is a pile of worthless excuses.
Do us a favor. No more excuses, please?
[A third tendril creeps forward. This one starts to wrap around the base of the Ring-Spirit's ruff. His neck. Ryou's lost in it, pressing his advantage because maybe this is a little more of the monster he is. The monster Javert knew he always was.]
Or I will show you your soul and you can appraise it from outside your body.