[ As much as the Ring-Spirit wishes he had some sort of hope to offer... he has no idea what would even count. It's not like he doesn't still wish ill on the world after all, he's just trying, selfishly in his mind, to shield specific bits of it.
So he simply sighs heavily, and hugs their (his?) wings closer around them. ]
...I know.
I know.
[ It's quiet, sad; weary with understanding, and with acceptance. While he still doesn't intend to change his mind about the apocalypse again... he knows where Ryou's coming from, emotionally; and he agrees with him, philosophically.
The Ring-Spirit has no hope to offer, but he is here. Being here might be all he can do, but by fucking hell he's a-gonna. No one can tear him away from Ryou as long as he needs company. And so he sits there for a while in silence. ]
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So he simply sighs heavily, and hugs their (his?) wings closer around them. ]
...I know.
I know.
[ It's quiet, sad; weary with understanding, and with acceptance. While he still doesn't intend to change his mind about the apocalypse again... he knows where Ryou's coming from, emotionally; and he agrees with him, philosophically.
The Ring-Spirit has no hope to offer, but he is here. Being here might be all he can do, but by fucking hell he's a-gonna. No one can tear him away from Ryou as long as he needs company. And so he sits there for a while in silence. ]