[Idly, he rubs his leg, noticing now how much pain it was in. It's slowly coming to him that whoever was pulling the strings behind the curtain wanted him to shake into a frenzy and reenact breaking it again. He lets out a huff of air, and grits his teeth down to try and distract himself from it. Shit, it was practically pulsating, throbbing from the joints and sending sharp vibrations right up to his hip. This wasn't right.
He was going to find those gods. And he was going to kick their goddamn asses. Every single last one of them.
Attempting to put enough pressure on it so that he can support himself standing up, he realizes that he needs a few more moments, which sucks because that independence that stirs within him to try and make himself always appear capable of handling everything is taking the wheel right now. No matter how much endurance he has, this is past his threshold.]
Not really... [It's nothing against you, Yusuke- he hates talking about this sort of shit with anyone. His chest tightens thinking about it.]
Before he ran off and abandoned us, my old man used to beat me and my mom. I don't. I don't ever wanna relive any of that. Ever again. [He looks away from Yusuke- eye contact becoming pretty damn impossible. He knows they're all outcasts- knows that they all have issues that are deep; they discovered each others' pasts just by virtue of coming into their personas in the first place. But this? This is still hard for Ryuji to talk about.]
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[Idly, he rubs his leg, noticing now how much pain it was in. It's slowly coming to him that whoever was pulling the strings behind the curtain wanted him to shake into a frenzy and reenact breaking it again. He lets out a huff of air, and grits his teeth down to try and distract himself from it. Shit, it was practically pulsating, throbbing from the joints and sending sharp vibrations right up to his hip. This wasn't right.
He was going to find those gods. And he was going to kick their goddamn asses. Every single last one of them.
Attempting to put enough pressure on it so that he can support himself standing up, he realizes that he needs a few more moments, which sucks because that independence that stirs within him to try and make himself always appear capable of handling everything is taking the wheel right now. No matter how much endurance he has, this is past his threshold.]
Not really... [It's nothing against you, Yusuke- he hates talking about this sort of shit with anyone. His chest tightens thinking about it.]
Before he ran off and abandoned us, my old man used to beat me and my mom. I don't. I don't ever wanna relive any of that. Ever again. [He looks away from Yusuke- eye contact becoming pretty damn impossible. He knows they're all outcasts- knows that they all have issues that are deep; they discovered each others' pasts just by virtue of coming into their personas in the first place. But this? This is still hard for Ryuji to talk about.]