Yeah. [She breathes out softly.] This is the point where I give up.
[But despite her remark, the inflection of Rin's voice isn't one of defeat. She doesn't have regrets, even about failing. The anger has bled out of her, and satisfied she tried all she could think of within her power, everything from her pose to expression is markedly calmer than it was when they started.
He stayed this whole time for it. Rin didn't miss the way the pudgy skeleton kept finding news things to tinker with each time he finished with the last one, instead of leaving the first chance he got that was convenient. And even when her ideas got more convoluted, he went with them.
She thinks of the gadgets and toys in his room, and wonders if this interested him. Thinks of how mad she was when she heard him say there was nothing left to do, after his diagnostic had finished. So quick to let it go, but he stayed. Like it mattered, and he only needed the excuse.
But mostly, Rin thinks of a hand on (not her) head, and crying into a t-shirt. The unshakeable fear that the hands carrying that small body would hurt it. A pain in the side indicative of several broken ribs, and a sweater stained in blood. A fall that felt like peace.
All the things she didn't want to think about before, basically.]
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[But despite her remark, the inflection of Rin's voice isn't one of defeat. She doesn't have regrets, even about failing. The anger has bled out of her, and satisfied she tried all she could think of within her power, everything from her pose to expression is markedly calmer than it was when they started.
He stayed this whole time for it. Rin didn't miss the way the pudgy skeleton kept finding news things to tinker with each time he finished with the last one, instead of leaving the first chance he got that was convenient. And even when her ideas got more convoluted, he went with them.
She thinks of the gadgets and toys in his room, and wonders if this interested him. Thinks of how mad she was when she heard him say there was nothing left to do, after his diagnostic had finished. So quick to let it go, but he stayed. Like it mattered, and he only needed the excuse.
But mostly, Rin thinks of a hand on (not her) head, and crying into a t-shirt. The unshakeable fear that the hands carrying that small body would hurt it. A pain in the side indicative of several broken ribs, and a sweater stained in blood. A fall that felt like peace.
All the things she didn't want to think about before, basically.]