black sheep
( #8. Spectacle )
He could kill her.
Of all the stupid and most reckless things to do—why?
He's going to kill her.
"Go on," Karin smirked, contorting against shattered glass. "Kill me."
She couldn't move. She's helpless. She couldn't do a thing.
… so she just waited for the killing blow.
She's not fighting. She won't fight.
Not for this. Not for him.
Instead, Karin's just watching him calmly, blue eyes expectant, reflecting his own eyes back at him.
She is him.
He is her.
They are the same, defiance proudly worn on her face.
He hates her for this.
Karin won't die.
Because Toushirou can't kill her.