[ Despite having no control over what he does, Kaeya remains fully aware of what's going on, wincing inwardly when Misa points out that none of this would have happened if he just considered what was at stake. That's right. He knew there would be risks involved, but he went and messed things up anyway, angering the dryad to the point of putting the others in more danger than they originally were. On top of that, they're back at square one — they have to give something up, so what he did serves no purpose beyond the consequences that are already at play.
He watches as Misa steels herself before she cuts off her own finger, eerily quiet and wordless because what is he supposed to say here, really? Apologies won't mean anything. Not after what he did. But that's not all. Once the knife clatters to the ground again, the roots bring it back to his grasp, the vines in him forcing his fingers to curl around the hilt. His first instinct is to resist it, of course, but then he remembers himself. Misa's words repeat endlessly inside his own mind.
( I'll never forgive you. )
He lets the tension melt away, and then allows the dryad to do whatever it wants, guiding him towards Gen since he's the one who offered next. It's difficult to read the expression on his face right now, but — parts of his earlier regret still lingers, even if they're more muted now. Glossed over by a layer of numbness that's supposed to help make this easier.
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He watches as Misa steels herself before she cuts off her own finger, eerily quiet and wordless because what is he supposed to say here, really? Apologies won't mean anything. Not after what he did. But that's not all. Once the knife clatters to the ground again, the roots bring it back to his grasp, the vines in him forcing his fingers to curl around the hilt. His first instinct is to resist it, of course, but then he remembers himself. Misa's words repeat endlessly inside his own mind.
( I'll never forgive you. )
He lets the tension melt away, and then allows the dryad to do whatever it wants, guiding him towards Gen since he's the one who offered next. It's difficult to read the expression on his face right now, but — parts of his earlier regret still lingers, even if they're more muted now. Glossed over by a layer of numbness that's supposed to help make this easier.
Spoilers: it doesn't.
His grip on the knife tightens. ]
Pick. If not... we'll choose for you.
[ What's it gonna be, Gen? ]