“Exactly what I thought you would.” Ragyo touched a hand to her double’s face, caressed her cheek, “The same thing that Idid, because, as I said before - we’re the same person."
Ragyo liked to jokingly think of this one as her evil twin. Her somewhat pathetic, goody-two-shoes twin. A lot like Satsuki, in a lot of ways.
"However much of a facade you may present, you’re still Ragyo Kiryuin,” She added, “And that name - which is my name as much as yours, the name of a divine by birthright - is still as holy as the morning star.”
"We’re not the same….we’re not, we’re not!”
She was frantic. Her face was a perfect portrait of frantic denial, of fear, of terror. Her eyes were searching everywhere, and finally, she settled for staring at her double with utter disbelief.