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“Fuck off.”
A simple enough request, Kotoko thought. It was unfortunately met with deaf ears.
“I’ll take that as you denying salvation.” The redhead said, almost mocking in his tone. “It’s a shame. You seem to need it right now.”
“Seriously?” Kotoko shook her head. “Have you looked in the mirror recently? You look deranged.”
This had been their routine ever since she got her restraints a couple weeks ago. It made sense, in a way. If it weren’t for them, Fuuta wouldn’t have gotten cocky enough to bite her ear off with cult nonsense in the first place.
Salvation this, salvation that; it was pure bullshit in her eyes. She wondered if he kept insisting with it only as a way to annoy her.
Her tone was fierce when she dismissed him once more. “You should know by now I’m not joining your two-man circus.”
“Kind as ever, huh.” He sighed. “Is it that bad to offer repentance to someone who clearly needs it?”
“Don’t play around. We both know I won’t accept your help, not now, not ever.” Kotoko couldn’t help a small smile escape her. “You must have really lost it if you think I will.”
“Everyone can have a change of heart.” Fuuta said, hand in his chest, as if he was using himself as an example.
He had to be joking. He couldn’t possibly be serious.
“Are you shitting me right now?” Kotoko laughed, forcing it to sound as loud as she could. She wanted her words to sting. “What do you think you are, some sort of hero?”
She slowly stopped her laughter, not daring to look at Fuuta directly. “I thought we were similar, but we are clearly not. You are crazy.”
When she finally looked Fuuta in the eye, she noticed anger in his eyes. His ugly smile trembled, as if he was trying to keep a happy face, despite him clearly starting to lose his composure.
“I’m crazy?” He slowly stepped forward as he slowly took off the piece of fabric that was hanging above his bad eye. The bad eye she had left him. “Look at me, Kotoko. Look at my eye. Which one of us is the crazy one?”
Kotoko kept silent for a moment. It was not surprising he would think she was insane after her attacks. She had long known that her violence would stain any perception that the redhead had of her. Kotoko didn’t blame him for it.
But it still annoyed her to no end.
“Then why are you trying to save me?” She said, raising her voice. “Why?! Again and again. Is it fun to have the upper hand with someone weaker than you? Rubbing your freedom in my face now that’s it safe to do so, like a coward?!”
Fuuta didn’t respond. He stood in shock, still fighting to keep up his trembling smile.
“What, cat got your tongue?” She raised her voice again, even louder this time. “It’s because I’m right, isn’t it?! You don’t care about me being saved, you only care about being the one in the right. This has never been about bringing justice to the world; you only do it for yourself.”
“Who are you talking about?! Me or you?” Fuuta retorted, his faked balance now almost gone. “You can’t possibly tell me you act from the goodness of your heart… Look at me! Look at what you did!”
Kotoko tried to look at him. But she instinctively drifted her face away from the redhead.
“We are not the same.” She managed to say.
Her eyes still away from Fuuta, she let out a long sigh.
She spoke, almost pleading in her tone.
“Just… leave. Get out of my sight and don’t ever come back.”
She felt how Fuuta was looking at her, trying to get her to look at him. But she wouldn’t budge. She couldn’t.
Seemingly realizing this, he finally spoke.
“Very well. I… I understand.”
She saw him put on his pretend eye patch, then slowly leave to his cell. It seemed like he wouldn’t put up any more of a fight.
It wasn’t long until she couldn’t see him from where she was standing anymore. The sight of Fuuta Kajiyama was not only annoying, but brought her enormous amounts of shame and self pity.
He was living proof of the consequences of her actions. Someone so similar in his ideals that she couldn’t help but hate him, more than any other prisoner in there.
He was a mirror.
And she looked deranged.