[Ren nods, feeling a little safer in opening up. She’s not recoiling, she genuinely seems to want to help. He trusts so few people with the things he keeps locked up inside of himself, but he believes he can trust her.
My friend. Rival? I don’t know what we are. It’s complicated. But I thought he died, back home. I thought I killed him. I couldn’t save him. But he’s here now, and I don’t think he’s going to speak to me again.
He hurt a lot of people. Some of my friends. He tried to kill me. But he’s been hurt a lot too. And he’s different now, he’s better. He’s important to me. But I don’t think it’s enough.
I want him to be happy, but I don’t know if I can be OK with it if what makes him happy is … not me.
Ren feels every inch the insecure, lovesick teenager he is at the moment, and he hates it. He’s Joker, leader of the infamous Phantom Thieves. He’s supposed to have his shit together. A strangled laugh dies quiet in his throat and he rakes fingers through his hair.]
Sorry, [he repeats, and gives her an apologetic ghost of a smile.]
We don’t know much about the ritual. Others might explain better. [He gestures in the direction of the Convoy. Her other question, however, is one he can answer.] Everyone changes into a monster.
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My friend. Rival? I don’t know what we are. It’s complicated. But I thought he died, back home. I thought I killed him. I couldn’t save him. But he’s here now, and I don’t think he’s going to speak to me again.
He hurt a lot of people. Some of my friends. He tried to kill me. But he’s been hurt a lot too. And he’s different now, he’s better. He’s important to me. But I don’t think it’s enough.
I want him to be happy, but I don’t know if I can be OK with it if what makes him happy is … not me.
Ren feels every inch the insecure, lovesick teenager he is at the moment, and he hates it. He’s Joker, leader of the infamous Phantom Thieves. He’s supposed to have his shit together. A strangled laugh dies quiet in his throat and he rakes fingers through his hair.]
Sorry, [he repeats, and gives her an apologetic ghost of a smile.]
We don’t know much about the ritual. Others might explain better. [He gestures in the direction of the Convoy. Her other question, however, is one he can answer.] Everyone changes into a monster.