There's a tension in Reimi's body when the shadows materialize, but only at first; after such a close call she didn't have the luxury of assuming that this would simply be another memory. Her shoulders ease back into place once the scene begins to play out, but the solemn look in her eyes never leaves.
It's a tragic scene for all involved, but it doesn't seem as if she has any desire to back away from her companion in revulsion. She can't help but think how many times a similar scene must have played out in Morioh, however. The only use that Kira saw in women was as props to his childish fantasies. Once he'd removed the one part he needed, what were they if not liabilities?
It was both the same and not here in this moment, watching a man's life be torn so cruelly from him. Her chest aches in sympathy, but she can't find it within herself to feel disgust. Reimi wasn't so naive to think that this didn't happen every day in the world somewhere, human or not. But its occurrence wasn't what was most important.
When she turns to look at Kit (not Kurama, not yet) her expression is still unreadable. She regards him silently for a moment, hands resting atop one another, before gently shaking her head in the negative.
"No, that's only ever happened once." And she had already paid the price for that.
His past life had been fraught with callous acts. There was no denying this, and it would be insultingly foolish to even attempt to do so. But it was clear that at some point even Kurama himself would learn the weight of both his actions and regret - and the view of the entire path was what Reimi was concerned with, not a single cobblestone.
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It's a tragic scene for all involved, but it doesn't seem as if she has any desire to back away from her companion in revulsion. She can't help but think how many times a similar scene must have played out in Morioh, however. The only use that Kira saw in women was as props to his childish fantasies. Once he'd removed the one part he needed, what were they if not liabilities?
It was both the same and not here in this moment, watching a man's life be torn so cruelly from him. Her chest aches in sympathy, but she can't find it within herself to feel disgust. Reimi wasn't so naive to think that this didn't happen every day in the world somewhere, human or not. But its occurrence wasn't what was most important.
When she turns to look at Kit (not Kurama, not yet) her expression is still unreadable. She regards him silently for a moment, hands resting atop one another, before gently shaking her head in the negative.
"No, that's only ever happened once." And she had already paid the price for that.
His past life had been fraught with callous acts. There was no denying this, and it would be insultingly foolish to even attempt to do so. But it was clear that at some point even Kurama himself would learn the weight of both his actions and regret - and the view of the entire path was what Reimi was concerned with, not a single cobblestone.