[It'd have been better if Ryo fought back, got mad. Now he has all of this boiling, angry emotion lodged in his throat, unable to escape. There isn't any outlet to scream or fight, not when it's cut and done. Energy ripples under his skin, itching to be released, but nothing happens on the surface at all.
He stands there and quivers in rage and hurt, wanting to say anything and knowing it won't matter.
So he turns bitterly away and moves somewhere else in the shadows of the planetarium to sit and wait.]
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He stands there and quivers in rage and hurt, wanting to say anything and knowing it won't matter.
So he turns bitterly away and moves somewhere else in the shadows of the planetarium to sit and wait.]