[ Richard pauses, undoing the restraints on his gauntlets so he can pull them and the gloves off. He gently takes one of her hands into his own, figuring out how to use the bottle before spraying it onto her palm. ]
You've done nothing wrong, Ayaka. This is not your fault.
[ He should have done something sooner to act, to make it so she was never put in this situation in the first place. He knows that he failed, in that sense, but it doesn't mean he won't keep trying for her sake.
He watches the spray work on stitching the scrapes on her palm back together, his eyes occasionally flitting up to hers in case they meet. ]
Siobhan Roy's blood is not on your hands.
[ It's an addition to the countless on his, either by his hand or in his name, but it's one worth taking. ]
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You've done nothing wrong, Ayaka. This is not your fault.
[ He should have done something sooner to act, to make it so she was never put in this situation in the first place. He knows that he failed, in that sense, but it doesn't mean he won't keep trying for her sake.
He watches the spray work on stitching the scrapes on her palm back together, his eyes occasionally flitting up to hers in case they meet. ]
Siobhan Roy's blood is not on your hands.
[ It's an addition to the countless on his, either by his hand or in his name, but it's one worth taking. ]