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[Sometime at the end of June]

[untrueheart]

[All wandering tendencies aside, Mytho has been absent from her side for quite a while now, and every day without him compounds her worry. So today, as yesterday, Rue searches for her wayward true love the only way she really knows how: walking all over the village looking for him, and occasionally calling his name.

He doesn't know how to use the book; she has no Duck to accompany her today.]

[Sometime at the end of June]

[soheartless]

[Maybe he can see her as he slips into an alley between two of the buildings at the plaza - looking a bit ragged. He's not yet noticed Rue, but he's trying to stay away in general.]

it was originally an affending olley

[untrueheart]

[What was that? Something moved at the edge of her vision. Rue narrows her eyes at the offending alley, waiting to see if anything else happens.]

as long as it's not a defending alloy

[soheartless]

[There's potentially some loud breathing coming from the alley at least. Mytho clings to a wall, cowering.]

[untrueheart]

[Rue almost turns away. As she moves, though, she hears something odd coming from that direction, so she goes to investigate instead.

Seeing Mytho flush with the wall like that stops her in the alley's entrance.]

[soheartless]

[He looks at her with fear in her eyes. He releases the wall and stumbles back while crying out.]

No!

[untrueheart]

Mytho, what's wrong? [To her credit, she does not turn and look over her shoulder for the source of his outburst.]

[soheartless]

Stay back! [He holds out in halting, the arm trembling. He goes on in a shrill whisper.]

Please... Please don't hurt me.

[untrueheart]

I'm not going to hurt you. [A stone hits the bottom of her stomach but she tries to come up with a different explanation anyway.] I-, you can-

[I promise. You can trust me.

Things that aren't true.]

I've been looking for you for days.

[soheartless]

I'm afraid.

[It comes out quickly and quietly as he watches her, his body shuddering.]

I'm afraid.

[untrueheart]

Afraid? [Afraid. And she is the target of that terrified stare.]

Of me? [It is like a whisper; both of her hands come up to her chest.]

[soheartless]

[His eyes shine, watching her. The fear is like a late warning, a kneejerk reaction to the crow princess's actions againat him at home.

And he responds with his own whisper.]

Kraehe.

[untrueheart]

[Rue has been slapped before and it feels nothing at all like this. It didn't hurt nearly so much. The hands at her chest curl into weak fists as she shakes her head no.]

She's, she's not here, there is no Kraehe here! It's just me. [But unlike Duck and Tutu, there is no separate power granting her the darkness. It lives inside of her and has for years.] You don't have to be afraid.

[If that's true, why is she about to cry?]

[soheartless]

[He looks at her with a wavering uncertainty, while pressing his hand over his heart protectively. It doesn't help that he remembers her being Rue when she took the love shard - that which was poisoned.]

I don't know.

I don't know what to think.

I'm afraid.

[untrueheart]

Can't you...can't you let me try to help? The way you let Tutu?

[One hand reaches for him, but she is shaking almost as much as he is. Is it even possible to try to do it right, this time?]

[soheartless]

Tutu...

[He says that with almost a calmness, but fear quickly settles back in. And his breath becomes shallow as he sees her reaching, his hands tensing over his heart.]

Don't come near my heart. Please!

[untrueheart]

I won't! I just-

[She can't stand seeing him this way. So afraid, and with her as the cause. And yet she also can't just turn and leave, with barely two emotions to his name he's just as likely to get into trouble as he ever was.

Only now it would scare him.

One hand wipes her face angrily and she goes back to forcing herself not to cry.]

I'm sorry. [Maybe it would mean something to him.] I only want to help.

[soheartless]

Help? I don't understand.

[He's truly puzzled and afraid. He knows that Kraehe can play tricks. Those flashes of memories, of helping her with those tricks. They make it hard to feel her can trust her. It's hard to even stay standing with her so close.]

You would want to... hurt me.

[untrueheart]

No I don't! I never did! All I wanted was to love you.

[The words taste so familiar. This isn't going to work, nothing she's tried to fix it ever has worked. She couldn't save him from the ghost maiden, she couldn't defeat Tutu for his love, she couldn't even find her father a proper heart on her own. Every single attempt ended in failure. Always. It was only Tutu who could accomplish those things, most of all helping the Prince regain his heart.

She is only fated to poison it. Rue swallows hard.]

Can I...can I show you, somehow? That I won't hurt you?

[soheartless]

[He pauses as he listens to her words. She did... she always had a way with words, didn't she? And hurting him. He keeps looking at her for a moment, as if trying to find some answer there. And finally he speaks, with a soft whimper.]

I don't know.

[untrueheart]

[Why was it always so easy for Tutu to do this? Everything just worked for her, she could even save the hearts of the innocent just by-

Rue's eyes open wide and she drops her hand in shock, only to raise it again with the other and make two hesitant motions, before extending it once more.]

Could we dance?

[soheartless]

[There's something in him that's rooting him there. That other feeling he has - devotion. But they're both at a deadlock against each other - keeping him from retreating outright or going towards her.

He starts to reach, to extend his arm out towards hers, wavering. But then he cringes and hesitates. He replies like a stung animal.]

Would you hurt me.

[untrueheart]

No. [That, at least, is strong and real and true.] I think...maybe you will be less afraid. Just try.

[soheartless]

[His face seems lined with confusion and pain. But he starts to reach. More and more, inch by inch, his trembling hand extends towards Rue's.]

[untrueheart]

[This must be what it feels like for things to start turning okay again. Rue almost smiles, turning her hand over so it is palm-up and open for him, and straightening her posture to better match the start of a dance.]