[Pulling her lips off of Gray's skin, Rin looks back to her. Blue eyes, usually bright and vibrant, look dark. Like the depths of an ocean — chock full of unknowns lurking in the deep.]

I don't hate this. I simply think you should have been given better.

[Better than me, who sees her face in yours. Better than me, who brings misfortune to those around me. Better than me, whose inexperience and true nature would only create something unpleasant and disagreeable out of an encounter like this one.

With her face away from Gray's hand, she simply takes the time to lace her fingers in with hers. Holding her so she can't continue to retreat from her. Because even if she deserves better...]

But that doesn't change the fact that we're here now. It doesn't change what is asked of us.