[ as richard sits down next to her, ayaka will let herself rest her head on his shoulder, breathing out a shaky sigh.

that is the problem indeed, isn’t it? ]

I don’t know either. I’m worried about the same thing, actually. Maybe there’s no good solution.

[ she doesn’t want to die herself, but she’d be okay with falling on the sword for their crime. she’s aware though, that richard would never let her.

the image of sabo’s decapitated head flashes in the back of her mind, and she the idea of it being richard makes her stomach churn. ]

They tore Sabo apart. Shoved his head into a chandelier.