But he's not the person who can give that to her. That's not for him to decide.
Law stands up (his legs feel like jelly under him) and holds out his hand. He speaks the word, quiet and small: Room.]
I'm sorry.
[Once again he pushes forward with that stretched out hand and pops the diseased soul out of Kyoko's quivering frame, out of the body of the girl trying to hold herself together on the floor of his office. Silently, carefully, hesitantly because for love of all that is still good in this world he doesn't want to have to do this, but he needs to, so he does -- Law shoves her soul, so big and bright and it's not fair that something this beautiful should be trapped into something so small and ugly by comparison, into the ring on her finger.
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[All that and more.
But he's not the person who can give that to her. That's not for him to decide.
Law stands up (his legs feel like jelly under him) and holds out his hand. He speaks the word, quiet and small: Room.]
I'm sorry.
[Once again he pushes forward with that stretched out hand and pops the diseased soul out of Kyoko's quivering frame, out of the body of the girl trying to hold herself together on the floor of his office. Silently, carefully, hesitantly because for love of all that is still good in this world he doesn't want to have to do this, but he needs to, so he does -- Law shoves her soul, so big and bright and it's not fair that something this beautiful should be trapped into something so small and ugly by comparison, into the ring on her finger.
Please, forgive him.]