[ With a sigh, he pulls his wristband back on, brings the tips of his fingers back bloody but wipes them off on the side of his pants where they disappear into the darkness. ]
"Why"?
[ He leans back against the window. It's bright outside, the contrast would make it difficult to see his face and he's glad for it. ]
It's to hide my true nature.
[ An insufficient answer. Maybe she already knows that too? But he is not somebody who answers questions just because he's asked, not without a trade, not without taking a step towards Rika, slow, cautious. ]
A secret for a secret. If I tell you my reason, will you tell me yours?
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"Why"?
[ He leans back against the window. It's bright outside, the contrast would make it difficult to see his face and he's glad for it. ]
It's to hide my true nature.
[ An insufficient answer. Maybe she already knows that too? But he is not somebody who answers questions just because he's asked, not without a trade, not without taking a step towards Rika, slow, cautious. ]
A secret for a secret. If I tell you my reason, will you tell me yours?