Rin Okumura

[The door opens up into a large, ornate room with bright lights and glimmering walls. Darkness is cast in the back wings of the upper floors, hiding the numerous watchers, but within the courtroom itself there isn't a hint of shadows. Their chattering makes Rin uneasy, and all he can do is grit his teeth.

He's not walking fast enough, and the blonde asshole behind him shoves him forward, making him stumble to his knees. A moment later, the sharp pain of a broadsword going through his ankle is enough to make Rin scream. "He'll heal," the man says, like that makes it hurt any less. Already the rage simmering inside Rin's gut is boiling up again.

What's most offensive about this trial is that it's not even about him. It's about Mephisto Pheles, and Rin is mere evidence. Talked about like a thing, like a mere weapon to be used. It burns at Rin, it makes him hurt even more than he's already hurting. Mephisto can spin his tales as much as he wants, but everyone else is all too willing to call Rin a monster. And it makes Rin's heart, one better suited for kindness than for being a tool of Satan, ache.

It hurts.

Hearing everyone talk about him like an object, it hurts.

Hearing those sneers in their voices, the contempt they barely hold for him, it hurts.

Seeing his friends so scared of him, of what he could potentially do...it hurts.

And he just. Can't. Take it anymore.]