@kingwielded [continued from here]
Rajinto..? How could she be? The confusion was written plainly upon the young Ryoma’s features as he gazed upon the woman, fearful eyes meeting gentle ones. There was something vaguely familiar in her soft gaze, and it’s enough to convince him to lower his practice katana. Newfound tears streaked his cheeks. A sob tore itself from him, eliciting more tears, threatening to enter a grieved cycle of crying. He wanted to wipe his own tears away, but found that there were too many to catch.
“D-don’t leave me alone!”
“If you’re actually Rajinto...” An ugly sniffle broke the sentence, but he persevered regardless. “W-why couldn’t you have protected him? You’re powerful enough to do that, aren’t you...?”










