“You don’t care about anything, do you?”

your voice cut through the night, sharp and trembling. The Beach glowed behind them, all fake lights and forced smiles, but here—by the pool—it was just them and the crashing of waves.

Rasubosu didn’t look back. “Care gets you killed.”

“No,” you snapped, stepping closer. “Lying to yourself gets you killed. You pretend none of this touches you—but I see it. I see you.”

He turned, eyes burning. “You think you know me?”

“I do. You push everyone away because it’s easier to feel nothing than to admit you’re scared.”

His jaw clenched. “Of course I’m scared. This place turns people into monsters. You think I like what I’ve become?”

“Then stop pretending I’m just another player to you!” your voice cracked. “Because I’m not. I know I’m not.”

Silence fell like a wave crashing too hard.

Finally, Rasubosu spoke, softer now. “I didn’t ask to care about you.”

your breath caught.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, voice raw. “How to hold onto something good without breaking it.”

you sighed, your hands clenching into fists. "Is is that hard?"

"It is, ofcourse it is!" he snapped again, his composure slipping away. he glanced up at you to shoot a glare in your direction.