[ She tilts her head to the side, hair falling over the sides of her face like a curtain, the tail-ends of soft, red strands brushing along his cheek. ] For all of his intelligence, he didn't let you fall to the forest guardian.
But I would have. [ Her voice lowers impossibly further, almost as quiet as the hum of the crystal's power upon her chest. ] I would have left you there even though I could bring you back.
I would have dragged your poor, lifeless and bloodied body through Chroma all the way back to him for him to see you, too. [ And she actually would have, although not in the cruel way she is saying here. She would have brought him back to Ryo, respectfully and sorrowfully and with tears in her eyes and laid him at his feet with all the apologies she could give to him in the world.
Pyra is aware of his hand upon her wrist, but that doesn't stop her here. She leans her body down over him, pressing her weight on him as her slides up along his. It seems that one way or another, she wants to keep him there, she wants him to stay as he is, captivated and distracted by her. There's a thrill to seeing him beneath her and distressed, confused and hurt, it's a sensation that crawls up her spine like spiders just as that growl escapes him. ]
But what sort of expression will he make now? I should film it. You know, just like how he filmed your family being slaughtered. [ In his heart. ] If you're still friends with him after that, [ Musical, her tone is almost like a song at this point. ] I think we can still be afterwards.
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But I would have. [ Her voice lowers impossibly further, almost as quiet as the hum of the crystal's power upon her chest. ] I would have left you there even though I could bring you back.
I would have dragged your poor, lifeless and bloodied body through Chroma all the way back to him for him to see you, too. [ And she actually would have, although not in the cruel way she is saying here. She would have brought him back to Ryo, respectfully and sorrowfully and with tears in her eyes and laid him at his feet with all the apologies she could give to him in the world.
Pyra is aware of his hand upon her wrist, but that doesn't stop her here. She leans her body down over him, pressing her weight on him as her slides up along his. It seems that one way or another, she wants to keep him there, she wants him to stay as he is, captivated and distracted by her. There's a thrill to seeing him beneath her and distressed, confused and hurt, it's a sensation that crawls up her spine like spiders just as that growl escapes him. ]
But what sort of expression will he make now? I should film it. You know, just like how he filmed your family being slaughtered. [ In his heart. ] If you're still friends with him after that, [ Musical, her tone is almost like a song at this point. ] I think we can still be afterwards.