[If he can't explain it beyond that, that's fine. Ren doesn't want to hear anymore. Even her basic understanding behind what he wants to say is something she fundamentally disagrees with. Seto and Sai must've disagreed too because they saw redemption in a bitter ghost who wanted to connect the hearts of others by killing them. Deserved an opportunity to pass on. A chance to see a brighter side of their ruined world.
She doesn't move. The second the claw heads towards her, she can see Shin's hand. The moment she blinks, she can see someone who felt trapped, reaching out.
She sees a man who smiled at her on the beach. A man that tried to find happiness in the rainbow colored seashells between his hands, even if he couldn't see it at all-he tried. She saw him look down, knew he listened to her response of it might someday and took it in him like it might actually be the truth.
He feels like he can't escape and she doesn't know if any part of her is strong enough to help him see that he can. But she knows how to wait. She knows how to sit down and wait for doctors to finish running tests. She knows how to sit in a machine with a whirring noise that she tries to pretend is a lullaby, while she waits for a boy to save her.
She knows how to sit and wait, even as a tremor of fear runs through her, because she thinks a man that knows how to smile at seashells wouldn't hurt her. She's scared. Maybe he's scared. She can't tell, but he's reaching out and it reminds her of a hand. And it might not be the intention, but it makes her think he wants the comfort of someone holding onto him.
It looks sharp, like a cat's claw, which is a realization that gives her a small bit of comfort in all this. It's what pushes her over the edge and makes her slowly raise her arm up and-
She places one hand over the top of his claw finger, if he lets her, barely touching it, but the meaning behind it is clear. Please don't hit the betray button.]
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She doesn't move. The second the claw heads towards her, she can see Shin's hand. The moment she blinks, she can see someone who felt trapped, reaching out.
She sees a man who smiled at her on the beach. A man that tried to find happiness in the rainbow colored seashells between his hands, even if he couldn't see it at all-he tried. She saw him look down, knew he listened to her response of it might someday and took it in him like it might actually be the truth.
He feels like he can't escape and she doesn't know if any part of her is strong enough to help him see that he can. But she knows how to wait. She knows how to sit down and wait for doctors to finish running tests. She knows how to sit in a machine with a whirring noise that she tries to pretend is a lullaby, while she waits for a boy to save her.
She knows how to sit and wait, even as a tremor of fear runs through her, because she thinks a man that knows how to smile at seashells wouldn't hurt her. She's scared. Maybe he's scared. She can't tell, but he's reaching out and it reminds her of a hand. And it might not be the intention, but it makes her think he wants the comfort of someone holding onto him.
It looks sharp, like a cat's claw, which is a realization that gives her a small bit of comfort in all this. It's what pushes her over the edge and makes her slowly raise her arm up and-
She places one hand over the top of his claw finger, if he lets her, barely touching it, but the meaning behind it is clear. Please don't hit the betray button.]