[In the wake of the trial, it takes RGB some time to gather himself together again. He'd fallen apart back there, and in front of all of those people at that. And for what?
"You mustn't get attached"...
Well, he'd certainly buggered that one up again, hadn't he? Madras had certainly called that one. But then, it's not surprising. He never could stop himself from caring no matter how hard he tried, and she knew that.
Three weeks. Four deaths. All of them horrific in their own ways, each leaving more damage in its wake than the last.
For this reason, once RGB thinks himself in fit shape to appear in front of others again (and give Ris enough time to presumably take care of her business), he accosts Minato the moment he can locate the fool.]
...I need to speak with you. Alone.
[This is about all the warning that the blue-haired boy gets before he is hooked by RGB's cane and not entirely delicately dragged back to the telly-headed monster's assigned room. As soon as the door is shut behind them, RGB rounds on Minato, audibly bringing his heels together and crossing his arms.]
Just what the hell was going through your head back there?
"You mustn't get attached"...
Well, he'd certainly buggered that one up again, hadn't he? Madras had certainly called that one. But then, it's not surprising. He never could stop himself from caring no matter how hard he tried, and she knew that.
Three weeks. Four deaths. All of them horrific in their own ways, each leaving more damage in its wake than the last.
For this reason, once RGB thinks himself in fit shape to appear in front of others again (and give Ris enough time to presumably take care of her business), he accosts Minato the moment he can locate the fool.]
...I need to speak with you. Alone.
[This is about all the warning that the blue-haired boy gets before he is hooked by RGB's cane and not entirely delicately dragged back to the telly-headed monster's assigned room. As soon as the door is shut behind them, RGB rounds on Minato, audibly bringing his heels together and crossing his arms.]
Just what the hell was going through your head back there?