“No, you don’t! Chat, please, just, for once, listen to me,” she was actually begging. There was no selfishness behind her motives this time, and her tone was actually riddled with fear as she gripped her hand onto his arm. It wasn’t hard enough for him to pull free of, and she knew he was conflicted about it, she knew, but she couldn’t. “I can’t just let you go, Chat. He only ever calls you when he’s going to do something drastic! He’s going to get you killed and I can’t...” She gripped his arm a little tighter, flashes of a dark night alone coming across her eyes. Waking up in a sweat. The morning after. The tremors she still had, that she still did and could be felt through her palms.
“I’m not saying you don’t know what you’re doing, but I AM going to say you don’t know what he’s capable of. He throws away his Akuma every time they do or don’t serve their purpose, what do you think he’ll do to you when he gets tired of it? You have something he wants, Chat, that’s it! I know how important being Chat is to you, and he does, too, and he’s using it against you so he can take it away! .. Just... Please,” her eyes were stinging, laced with frustrated tears of having been trying for so long, though she always kept her cool about it. Always tried to keep calm or say it as a joke, but for some reason, this time she was serious.
