[She stays crouched on the ground, though she lowers the gun now that Terry's out. She watches as his Shadow tosses him back in the cage, as the Shadow explains what's in store.]
So tomorrow's the deadline for both of you.
[She shouldn't get involved. It doesn't really matter to her what happens to him. It doesn't even particularly matter to her that this is someone who helped her, because she purposefully cultivated that response, taking advantage of others' kindness to eke out her own survival. So no, whatever aid he or anyone else offered her, she doesn't feel obligated to repay it in kind.
But if she doesn't do anything, he'll die.
Rio's no stranger to death. She's bathed her hands so thoroughly in blood, there was no way she could possibly atone for everything she'd done.
But a new God had presented himself to her. A kinder God, who told her to rest rather than to be his shield, who answered her prayers and saved her precious friends from certain death.
She'd begged him for a solution where no one dies, and though he struggled, he'd produced one.
Could she face him again if she didn't try to do the same, even as a despicable Blade Child? The thought worms its way into her head before she can stop it.
After a moment of silence, she asks, not looking at Terry's Shadow.]
Are you... and him. Are you both capable of keeping secrets?
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[She stays crouched on the ground, though she lowers the gun now that Terry's out. She watches as his Shadow tosses him back in the cage, as the Shadow explains what's in store.]
So tomorrow's the deadline for both of you.
[She shouldn't get involved. It doesn't really matter to her what happens to him. It doesn't even particularly matter to her that this is someone who helped her, because she purposefully cultivated that response, taking advantage of others' kindness to eke out her own survival. So no, whatever aid he or anyone else offered her, she doesn't feel obligated to repay it in kind.
But if she doesn't do anything, he'll die.
Rio's no stranger to death. She's bathed her hands so thoroughly in blood, there was no way she could possibly atone for everything she'd done.
But a new God had presented himself to her. A kinder God, who told her to rest rather than to be his shield, who answered her prayers and saved her precious friends from certain death.
She'd begged him for a solution where no one dies, and though he struggled, he'd produced one.
Could she face him again if she didn't try to do the same, even as a despicable Blade Child? The thought worms its way into her head before she can stop it.
After a moment of silence, she asks, not looking at Terry's Shadow.]
Are you... and him. Are you both capable of keeping secrets?