[The anger still curls low in her gut, anger that Kali tried to each her to tap into. Eight. Strange, how Eight become Kali so fully, but Eleven still feels more like El than Jane. The anger isn't at Riku, it's at this looming unknown of a situation, at every she gained only to now lose it and have to start from near scratch to find her footing in unfamiliar, dark territory. A territory she cannot escape from as easily as she did the Upside Down, terrifying as that may have been.
For now, she swallows, hard. Realizing the coil of anger loosens as fast as it tightened, and is almost more frustrated by that. It leaves behind a dull resignation and a faint sense of fear at this place and its darkness and its lack of anything she knows.
But Riku is only something - someone - she doesn't know. He's not darkness.
Eleven blinks at the tablet, then nods. Her eyes are swimming a little bit, but no tears are spilling. She takes a deep breath and finally looks up at him again.]
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For now, she swallows, hard. Realizing the coil of anger loosens as fast as it tightened, and is almost more frustrated by that. It leaves behind a dull resignation and a faint sense of fear at this place and its darkness and its lack of anything she knows.
But Riku is only something - someone - she doesn't know. He's not darkness.
Eleven blinks at the tablet, then nods. Her eyes are swimming a little bit, but no tears are spilling. She takes a deep breath and finally looks up at him again.]
Yes. Please. Will you... help?