RIKA
Rika stared at Jared and took a beat too long to answer, and cursed herself for it. "Yes! I told you—"
"You told me he was bound and yet, I just watched him successfully fight off four human soldiers. You want me to believe that he didn't fight bonds? He has incredible strength, yet there isn't a single mark on his body—not a bruise, not a rope rub, nothing. He's dirty and a bit edgy, but… no injuries. Didn't you say you had to untie him?"
She nodded, stomach plummeting. "Maybe he was smart enough not to fight them? Maybe they don't hurt as easily as we do, I don't know!"
Jared looked disappointed. "You're making me more and more suspicious, Rika."
"But—"
"I can't leave you free."
Seeing an out, Rika took it. "That's fine. Keep me under guard, or whatever. Just as long as you take me home, I don't care. Just… don't make me stay here, with them. I want nothing to do with fighting the Anima!" she said genuinely.
