[ riku can't help but lightly flinch--it feels like such a scolding, and long pink hair distantly remind him of his mother with her fierceness and gentleness held hand in hand. it feels like just blade here, with no flower or niceness. it's enough to actually make him a little subdued, looking down and away from her with his shoulders hunched.
he sure looks ashamed. ]
What is?
If none of us could stop it, what's the point? What can we do?
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he sure looks ashamed. ]
What is?
If none of us could stop it, what's the point? What can we do?