[ She lets out an exhale as his blood seeps into her shard, the stiff fingers of her free hand fumbling to produce a small, silver blade from inside her jacket. But her resolve to hold up her end of the deal is only dampened by the words that accompany Gen's side of it — starkly incongruent with her own idealized, and perhaps delusional view of the world around her. Her brow twitches once, somewhere between confusion and incredulity, before she can stop it from showing. ]
...What are you talking about?
[ It's a forced, disbelieving huff, her expression turning dismayed. Then... hurt, then betrayed. Even his assurance that he'd only come to Highstorm if she were the one to ask him to do it doesn't placate her, her blade hesitating over the flesh of her hand. It goes further than that, because she actually pulls her hand back, like she's going to refuse to finish the ritual with him because of this, even to her own detriment. Because it'd be one thing if he were just procrastinating, or was just still unsure of where to go. But those words — going to Highstorm too much is a bit — tell her what she really needs to know. ]
You can't be on that side!
[ She says, firmly, unyieldingly. It's as if this fact is obvious to her, and should be obvious to him too — rather than the prissy, flighty annoyance she might show him on a regular day during their banter, she actually manages to look truly irate, despite her half-frozen state. Even Misa looks a little surprised at her own outburst, quickly trying to come up with a way to verbalize or explain what's in her heart. But all that comes out, surprisingly simple but deeply stubborn, is: ] I don't want you to.
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...What are you talking about?
[ It's a forced, disbelieving huff, her expression turning dismayed. Then... hurt, then betrayed. Even his assurance that he'd only come to Highstorm if she were the one to ask him to do it doesn't placate her, her blade hesitating over the flesh of her hand. It goes further than that, because she actually pulls her hand back, like she's going to refuse to finish the ritual with him because of this, even to her own detriment. Because it'd be one thing if he were just procrastinating, or was just still unsure of where to go. But those words — going to Highstorm too much is a bit — tell her what she really needs to know. ]
You can't be on that side!
[ She says, firmly, unyieldingly. It's as if this fact is obvious to her, and should be obvious to him too — rather than the prissy, flighty annoyance she might show him on a regular day during their banter, she actually manages to look truly irate, despite her half-frozen state. Even Misa looks a little surprised at her own outburst, quickly trying to come up with a way to verbalize or explain what's in her heart. But all that comes out, surprisingly simple but deeply stubborn, is: ] I don't want you to.