[That kind of eloquence has been slipping away from her the longer she's been here, and she's only ever had it when she can write down the words first. She can't bring herself to try to answer, so stews in jealous awe instead until she hears rumors when she ventures out and turns around to come dressed better and clean this time.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't notice her, if anyone does at all, she tells herself, and while a few hushed words have given her an idea of what to expect, she prays that no one sees her as she goes pale and digs her nails into her palms when she recognizes face after brutalized face. The wild voice in the back of her head reminds her that she promised, that she would make sure Syo never had a reason to keep her safe, but she snaps back at it with a fierce look she can't suppress. There was a reason she came: she's almost an adult, she has to prove it.
It's only art, Genocider! You don't know what that looks like!
The thought mollifies the other her, and with a chuckle of my kind of art, the fear starts to subside. She doesn't know if she's seeing cruelty or just another "what if" like the Admiral shows all of them, but only lets herself linger in front of people she doesn't know well. Syo is making a subconscious list of what to return to if she somehow regains control, but a glance at Crichton's and Touko turns away white.]
spam -> ota
It doesn't matter if he doesn't notice her, if anyone does at all, she tells herself, and while a few hushed words have given her an idea of what to expect, she prays that no one sees her as she goes pale and digs her nails into her palms when she recognizes face after brutalized face. The wild voice in the back of her head reminds her that she promised, that she would make sure Syo never had a reason to keep her safe, but she snaps back at it with a fierce look she can't suppress. There was a reason she came: she's almost an adult, she has to prove it.
It's only art, Genocider! You don't know what that looks like!
The thought mollifies the other her, and with a chuckle of my kind of art, the fear starts to subside. She doesn't know if she's seeing cruelty or just another "what if" like the Admiral shows all of them, but only lets herself linger in front of people she doesn't know well. Syo is making a subconscious list of what to return to if she somehow regains control, but a glance at Crichton's and Touko turns away white.]