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Calling dibs is sacred, so the Knight’s desperate suggestion strikes Rin as no less than ignorance towards the fundamental laws of the universe. She’s resistant to the idea of relinquishing the gem. She saw it first, so it belongs to her. Moreover, she can’t transform, Miharu is in shambles, and the dude/little girl/whatever is wearing full-plate armor and has a sword. She's heard people pull lines like that before immediately cutting and running with the goods, and there would be no way to stop the Knight if the thought had crossed its mind.
ع Rin: Hmmm…
Knight: …What’s taking you so long? Do it!
What’s taking her that long is that Rin is seriously contemplating swallowing the Grief Seed. Once inside her belly, there would be no way for the Knight to steal it without making a mess, so maybe this isn’t the best idea Rin has ever had. Conveniently, the alluring realization that 'Knight' is offering to teach her more magic lets Rin throw that idea in the trash can, as if curiosity was a demon that possessed her.
ع Rin: K.
Rin reluctantly spits the jewel to the platemail-clad stranger ‘face’ with a clunking sound, whose gauntlets flail to pick up as it's haphazardly juggled in the air. But, once it’s finally secured between those metal hands, the Knight finds Rin standing extremely close beside it.
Knight: …Eh.
ع Rin: Don’t mind me.
Poised to bodyslam the Knight at the slightest implication of skulduggery, Rin glances at the still gasping, hyperventilating Miharu, and how she sinks her nails in the grass and mud as if to stop something from spiriting her away. A few tense seconds pass as the Grief Seed lands on the filthy, violet Soul Gem, both for Rin and Miharu; if the Knight is nervous as well there is no way to tell. With the weak, and very humble ‘thud’ from a shaking hand, the strange, complex jewels make contact-
(Ӝ: 11%) -> (Ӝ: 100%):・*ﾟ˖⊹°ﾟ⊹*ﾟ⊹*ﾟ⊹°ﾟ⊹*ﾟ⊹
-and the darkness of the Soul Gem is sucked by the darkness of the Grief Seed. Miharu’s gasping wavers. Even if it's wearing a full plate helmet shaped like a crow’s beak, the Knight couldn’t stop itself from wiping a vambrace against its forehead as if it was soaked in sweat.
Ӝ Miharu: …thank you, Rin… thank you, Mr. Knight… I… I think I feel better now.
Knight: Ok, so that’s done. But there’s still no time to waste.
It certainly isn’t; Miharu’s Soul Gem, even now that is sparkling clean, continues to grow darker because of the pain she’s feeling.
