[She isn't sure what she was expecting. Shouting, definitely, swearing, probably. The quiet is almost more discomforting than if he'd wanted to scream at her.
Kaede slips off the chair when he finishes, wraps her arms around him without hesitation to pull him close. Her heart is beating far too quickly, listening to him go on and on like that; it's scary, knowing that he has those feelings locked away inside, and there's nothing she can do to help. Shido's dead. The whole world that might remember him is dead, too, and in spite of herself, in spite of knowing how many innocent people are dead alongside him, she can't help but think good, that the man who caused Akechi so much suffering is nowhere but inside their own heads.
She can forgive people who've wronged her, but it's much, much harder when it's a friend. Her fingertips brush through his hair for a moment before she realizes something, something she'd normally recoil from with how much she cares about having people remember...]
I'd say we should feed him to the Voidfish, but I wouldn't want to get it sick, [she murmurs, and she means it. Even if everyone who knew who he was is dead alongside him already, there's just something satisfying about wiping him from existence entirely, forever. Her voice is quiet and very, very still as she rests her other hand on his closed fist and adds,] Just... write it all down, all the hate, all the horrible things he's done, and then obliterate him, for good.
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Kaede slips off the chair when he finishes, wraps her arms around him without hesitation to pull him close. Her heart is beating far too quickly, listening to him go on and on like that; it's scary, knowing that he has those feelings locked away inside, and there's nothing she can do to help. Shido's dead. The whole world that might remember him is dead, too, and in spite of herself, in spite of knowing how many innocent people are dead alongside him, she can't help but think good, that the man who caused Akechi so much suffering is nowhere but inside their own heads.
She can forgive people who've wronged her, but it's much, much harder when it's a friend. Her fingertips brush through his hair for a moment before she realizes something, something she'd normally recoil from with how much she cares about having people remember...]
I'd say we should feed him to the Voidfish, but I wouldn't want to get it sick, [she murmurs, and she means it. Even if everyone who knew who he was is dead alongside him already, there's just something satisfying about wiping him from existence entirely, forever. Her voice is quiet and very, very still as she rests her other hand on his closed fist and adds,] Just... write it all down, all the hate, all the horrible things he's done, and then obliterate him, for good.