Another shot, another scene. An elegantly beautiful, and yet horribly ugly woman, with long fingers and pale, green skin. Riku is looking up at her, a glare in his eyes. It's obvious that he's angry, and it's obvious that she just doesn't care.
I only put up with you because I need you, old woman. I don't need to follow your damn orders.
Poor child, she laughs quietly and smoothly, her fingers on his cheek, stroking with care. You let darkness into your heart. Whoever else is going to want you?
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Another shot, another scene. An elegantly beautiful, and yet horribly ugly woman, with long fingers and pale, green skin. Riku is looking up at her, a glare in his eyes. It's obvious that he's angry, and it's obvious that she just doesn't care.
I only put up with you because I need you, old woman. I don't need to follow your damn orders.
Poor child, she laughs quietly and smoothly, her fingers on his cheek, stroking with care. You let darkness into your heart. Whoever else is going to want you?