[ He's not that much older than Ruu-chan, is her first thought the moment she sets eyes on him. She's not that off, either -- Ruu would have only been nine when the infection took hold and though three years is an age when children are that young, it's close enough that Yuuri can't stop herself making the comparison. A little part of her hates that she's this easily swayed -- she can harden her heart to adults but a child is impossible.
There's another, slightly quieter part of her that's relieved she's not that far gone.
She's done her best to keep an eye on him, despite all his protests -- she'd been one of the ones most fervently insisting he be kept away from the body. But she doesn't have time to block his view of the gory execution and only watch, pale, as it unfolds.
She doesn't say anything, not at first. When she crosses the courtroom over to his podium and stoops down to his level, she seems like she's all business. But then she carefully takes hold of his shoulders and her voice is soft even if her tone is a little short. ]
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There's another, slightly quieter part of her that's relieved she's not that far gone.
She's done her best to keep an eye on him, despite all his protests -- she'd been one of the ones most fervently insisting he be kept away from the body. But she doesn't have time to block his view of the gory execution and only watch, pale, as it unfolds.
She doesn't say anything, not at first. When she crosses the courtroom over to his podium and stoops down to his level, she seems like she's all business. But then she carefully takes hold of his shoulders and her voice is soft even if her tone is a little short. ]
Do you think you can stand?