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Rayet was an emotional person. It was why she didn't stay calm in many situations. People didn't come to her for serious reasons like comforting or such. Despite her explosive passion, she could be incredibly withdrawn; so she barely understood how she was feeling. Her only friends were the people she'd met two years ago from a war she helped start. A crime she still hadn't paid for. She patiently waited every day for the shoe to drop, for everyone to blame her like they should. Instead she was completely forgiven and accepted. A feeling her own father never gave her. In a twisted way, Rayet was more at home than she ever was with her family.
Don't misunderstand, she loved her father. Loved him dearly. It was her experience with losing family that made Inko able to tolerate her comforting. Nina, despite all of her patience, couldn't understand the immense loss the Amifumi's felt. Inaho could, but Rayet wasn't blind. She knew that Inko still unconsciously held deeper feelings for Inaho. Seeing Inaho engaged to Slaine made Inko act weird. It was like she tried hard to suppress the feelings but couldn't.
Rayet sometimes felt like she was in the middle of a nuke and an erupting volcano. Both scenarios sounded really unfortunate, and she wanted to avoid them. That was how she felt when she saw Inko. She wanted Inko to know about the attack, the reason why Inaho didn't use her arm very much, the reason why Slaine was extremely careful with Inaho. After hearing what those pigs wanted, Rayet felt the same. Everyone should know what was going on, but Inko couldn't even remember to bathe or eat most days. The grief of losing her father, and having no way to channel her emotions was taking its toll on Inko. She couldn't do anything but watch the explosion and burn from the guilt.
During all this mess, Rayet hadn't had anyone to depend on. She couldn't complain because everyone was dealing with something, or her problem was a secret. Except it was okay to tell Harklight, and if it wasn't, oh well. She had begun telling him everything. She would come home from work, and immediately tell Harklight what happened. He was an amazing listener. Either that or he was really good at tuning her out.
It hardly mattered that he was a martian, and once upon a time, she would try to kill him for a crime he didn't commit. Somehow, he had slithered his way into her life. It was one of the best forced decisions she'd ever made. Had Inaho not made her house martians, she would be all alone in her life. He was becoming something important, almost like a limb.
But there was one thing she could never tell him. This new problem of hers? What she was bottling up? It was something she was afraid to say aloud. She couldn't tell anyone this. Every time she thought about it, her skin would get all prickly, she would have to take deeper breaths, and her legs would get shaky. It was a nightmare. She could only hope he would never find out what this all meant. She was too afraid to admit it, but someday. Someday when she was braver in this, or when she got stupidly courageous, she would tell him what this meant. But in the meantime, she would carry about her daily routine and enjoy his presence.