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[wille]

CHARACTERS: Misato, Kaji
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: late, late DAY :037
SUMMARY: what is truth, who are you, who is me, what are we
WARNINGS: n/a wow

[ The Garstall meat sits heavy in her stomach and the air still reeks of blood and butchery and salt. That is, dread measures a ton when swallowed whole, the same as guilt no matter how she wants to dice it, and it is hard to breathe after seeing the totality of the weight placed on the consequences of her actions. Yes, hers, her own. It was her idea to nudge the pieces that led to the end of the Carpathans' plan of escape, the same as it was her advice to Keya to approach each of the factions to present her offer, and she would seek no one else to blame besides. The pride that leads her to claim all the glory is the same that leads her to claim the entire culpability.

Her appetite knows no bounds. Who but him knows this better.

The moment the door closes behind Casiria, Misato stalks out of the corner she was hiding in for lack of a hood, and zeroes in toward him. He must understand, how from the moment she beheld her power, she was already afraid of losing it, and now that she has caught a glimpse of his, she will not lose it. It is with a grip on his arm that she tries to assert her hold, and with her other hand she pushes his disguise away from his face.

This is as much an accusation, a handing down of judgment, as it is a demand for him to recount his defense. ]

The symbiote told you? Ryohji.

[ As with many things that pertain them, this lacks requisite fanfare. All of it reeks of bathos. ]

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[ryohji]

[ safe to say he's set off balance after weeks of feeling unallied, not better, nor smarter, but unallied, from the band of hosts who've decided for themselves to lean into their powers. even now, in spite of his owlishly calm attentiveness, his insides roil and squirm and his headache, pounding.

he figured she might come and give him the third degree. he figures he might jump on her particular phrasing. it's something, coming from her, but he has yet to decide whether it's an improvement from their last conversation on who or what should net the praise. his eyes watch her hand come down without blinking. ]

Now you're giving credit where credit is due. [ and his voice drops in pitch, gentler. whether or not this evinces a change of heart on her part still remains to be seen. ] I guess that means I've reached a point of no return.