[Not necessarily for dredging this up...but for making Ryou whole. Part of him feels...it's hard to put a word to it, but it's helpful, in a way, that someone thought he was worth defending, worth doing anything that would go against what Dr. Osborn had done.
He doesn't say anything past that, so that Holmes can leave uninterrupted. He even lets one of his shadowy tendrils stretch outward, following a bit of a distance and glancing with a single eye to make sure Holmes doesn't wander. He can't extend it far, but it feels better to make sure.
...And when he finally feels he's alone...he crosses his arms on the table, and buries his face in them. He can smell tea, hear it dripping off the edge of the table slowly.
He doesn't care. Not now. Not at this moment, does he particularly feel like being a functional monster. Because all he's been left with is the memory of his own death, sharpening more and more as he's left to think about it. Every second feels like pain, like burning in his eyes and head as he's made to accept a truth he hadn't even known he was hiding.]
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[Not necessarily for dredging this up...but for making Ryou whole. Part of him feels...it's hard to put a word to it, but it's helpful, in a way, that someone thought he was worth defending, worth doing anything that would go against what Dr. Osborn had done.
He doesn't say anything past that, so that Holmes can leave uninterrupted. He even lets one of his shadowy tendrils stretch outward, following a bit of a distance and glancing with a single eye to make sure Holmes doesn't wander. He can't extend it far, but it feels better to make sure.
...And when he finally feels he's alone...he crosses his arms on the table, and buries his face in them. He can smell tea, hear it dripping off the edge of the table slowly.
He doesn't care. Not now. Not at this moment, does he particularly feel like being a functional monster. Because all he's been left with is the memory of his own death, sharpening more and more as he's left to think about it. Every second feels like pain, like burning in his eyes and head as he's made to accept a truth he hadn't even known he was hiding.]