[ Ryo was not a great person. Some waved the white flag of surrender. All of Ryo's were red; he was intense and had many ulterior motives up his sleeve. Leading Akira to fruitless sacrifice had never been what the blond intended; he'd wanted to do good and avenge his father's legacy, to stop the forces that had driven him to an untimely end.
He'd felt a certain kind of way when his friend was left with no choice but to accept Amon and become a Devilman. He'd wanted an ally and seeing timid Akira take satisfaction in the act of killing had made him question his choice. It's the cackle that reminds him of that first night at the Sabbath and the ease the other teen cuffs him against the wall. His jaw tightens, ready for the punch far more than the words. ]
I'm not!
[ For a moment, Ryo looks like a normal teenager, pleading to be believed rather than the heathen that collected expensive cars and hippies for sacrifice. His eyes wrench shut when Akira's fist meets his face and the back of his head snaps to hit the wall. He sees stars and he's sure there's blood, but it's the rush of hatred and anguish that aren't his own that have him scrambling to get his friend away from him. Quickly.
His fingers dig sharply into the fresh bruises, trying to shock the angered teen into dropping him. If it doesn't work he'll re-evaluate then. It's only after some struggle that the accusation hits and it's Ryo's turn to look angry. ]
Do you think I chose to come here?! I'm just trying to figure out why and I thought I saw a friendly face.
[ There's some coolness in what could be taken as an accusation. His mind is racing though. Did he want to know whatever crime he'd supposedly been guilty of? Yes and no. ]
Fucking let me go if you don't care. I was worried when I saw you. Pointless, I see.
rest in actual pieces, ryo.
He'd felt a certain kind of way when his friend was left with no choice but to accept Amon and become a Devilman. He'd wanted an ally and seeing timid Akira take satisfaction in the act of killing had made him question his choice. It's the cackle that reminds him of that first night at the Sabbath and the ease the other teen cuffs him against the wall. His jaw tightens, ready for the punch far more than the words. ]
I'm not!
[ For a moment, Ryo looks like a normal teenager, pleading to be believed rather than the heathen that collected expensive cars and hippies for sacrifice. His eyes wrench shut when Akira's fist meets his face and the back of his head snaps to hit the wall. He sees stars and he's sure there's blood, but it's the rush of hatred and anguish that aren't his own that have him scrambling to get his friend away from him. Quickly.
His fingers dig sharply into the fresh bruises, trying to shock the angered teen into dropping him. If it doesn't work he'll re-evaluate then. It's only after some struggle that the accusation hits and it's Ryo's turn to look angry. ]
Do you think I chose to come here?! I'm just trying to figure out why and I thought I saw a friendly face.
[ There's some coolness in what could be taken as an accusation. His mind is racing though. Did he want to know whatever crime he'd supposedly been guilty of? Yes and no. ]
Fucking let me go if you don't care. I was worried when I saw you. Pointless, I see.