NOTHING LIKE ORIGAMI / typhoon capture

[guts]

Cosette was the sympathetic type. Among a clan of people who didn't care about the lives of anyone but themselves, she was different, an odd-ball. She was probably seen as weak, and she wanted to change that, but it was difficult to do so. She was just naturally a caring person, especially towards children. She had her own childhood ruined, dashed out by people who enslaved her and her family, so she wanted other young to have what she couldn't. She probably would have felt the same towards Goldenluxury, an ache in her chest knowing that she was scared and alone.

But she knew. She knew what had happened, that she had killed one of their members, despite her age. Even though her clan-mates were cold and often blood-thirsty, she still cared about the lot of them. Plus, even if it hadn't been one of their own, it was still murder. That's why she had an edge to her eyes, distant and cloudy, as she came over. The child looked innocent enough, but in her experiences, she had quickly learned not to judge a book by their cover. Everyone had something they never told or showed anyone.

The female turns, looking over towards Shigaraki and Stryker. She probably wouldn't stick around to watch when they began their little session. Despite what she had done, she didn't want to watch someone young get hurt like that.

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