It makes me an idiot because I still don't know why I was so willing to die for some failure I barely even know.

[ She manages to keep most of the bitterness out of her tone, but it's there, edge enough to cut still if you brush your fingers across the blade.

With a groan Vriska leans back, shaking her head out and pawing her hands through her hair. ]

What's why you're here, Tsuna. Spell it the fuck out.