Kill her. He wants to kill her. He wants to dig his fingers into her neck until the flesh tears and she stops talking out of her fear, because maybe she’ll listen, then. She listened, once, but she doesn’t listen anymore, and he hates it.
It echoes in his head again. He’s shaking with rage, his teeth clenched so tightly together that it hurts, and he knows the voices can’t even be real because his parents aren’t here. They don’t care. They can’t care. If they cared, they’d be here.
Rui, please don’t do this again.
… realization washes quickly over him, coupled with guilt. The anger all drains from his body, and he – he’s suddenly aware of how small he is. Whatever burst of adrenaline had filled him is gone, and he feels so… tired. He’s so tired.
Rui hangs his head to not have to look at her.
“… I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he manages to say after a while. She’s right, though – everything is always about him. He doesn’t know better, even now. He doesn’t know what to do otherwise; he doesn’t know how to properly express anything in return. Every time he tries, he fails. So he still expects – still wants – everything to work out okay. He wants everyone to listen to him and realize that he’s trying, but that’s not realistic. It hurts. It hurts so badly that his whole body feels like it’s on fire.
“I can’t change how you died. What do you want me to do? If I say anything about it, you’ll find a way to make that my fault, too.” And it probably would be. He was the one who’d ordered her away, after all. At the route of it all, it was his fault. “I’d have worded it wrong. Or you’ll think I was lying.”
“… but…” This was how they’d all felt around him, huh? This scared? This irritated that nothing they said was good enough? He’d thought fear was good. He didn’t – he didn’t like it. “But I wish I hadn’t remembered. I’d let you have your memories instead, if I could. They’re not… good. I don’t like having them. You’re lucky, Sanae. You’re really lucky.” He gives a soft shake of his head. “… I envy you, I think. That’s what this is, right?”
❊ ‘ Die... Die, die, DIE THEN! SHUT UP! GO DIE! ‘
Venomous words echo violently within the demon’s mind as the other snaps finally, her frown increasing tenfold as he does so. Fists begins to clench tightly together as Sanae’s eyes narrow at the boy before her, the girl’s nails now digging into her palms. Why does he keep doing this? Why does he keep pretending when the intent to murder her is so apparent within those stupid eyes of his?! She can’t understand it.
❝ ... Oh? Am I finally not feeling or reacting how you want me to, Rui? ❞
❝ Did you expect me to smile and invite you bragging about your memories? Your newfound ‘humanity’? Is that that? Is that what you were expecting? ❞ and though she grins hard now, her tone is akin to that of a growl.
❝ ... Shut up. Don’t say you ‘envy’ me. What; you envy how you terrified me all the time? How you sliced me to pieces, Rui? How you chopped off my head without mercy? If you expect me to forgive you and forget everything, then shut up. Either kill me now or just stop talking, ❞ she hadn’t expected to speak back to him so much... But with his new ‘attitude’ of sorts and diminished power that even she can sense, it definitely makes it much easier for the demon to do so.
❝ You’re right in one aspect; that anything you say will anger me. I don’t want to hear you speak anymore and be hypocritical or offer me your false ‘sympathies’. If you really have turned over a new leaf, then leave me alone. I’m not your sister anymore, as you said before. ❞