[ A pair of hands snapped out and caught Riza as she stumbled, helping to keep her from falling over. ]
Riza...
[ There was a slight tremor in Adachi's hand; he clearly had been less inclined to cooperate with the overt brainwashing, and his face seemed thinner and paler than usual. He looked like he was going to be sick any second, but something was keeping him held together, and that could be seen in his eyes. There was a dark rage there, like he was struggling against the urge to unleash hell on earth, if only because losing control wouldn't help anyone right now. ]
[ Without saying another word, he grabbed her arm, slinging it over his shoulder and helping her over somewhere to sit. ]
Day 2; Hour 9
Riza...
[ There was a slight tremor in Adachi's hand; he clearly had been less inclined to cooperate with the overt brainwashing, and his face seemed thinner and paler than usual. He looked like he was going to be sick any second, but something was keeping him held together, and that could be seen in his eyes. There was a dark rage there, like he was struggling against the urge to unleash hell on earth, if only because losing control wouldn't help anyone right now. ]
[ Without saying another word, he grabbed her arm, slinging it over his shoulder and helping her over somewhere to sit. ]