[She freezes; whatever answer she was expecting, it was not that one. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion for a moment; licked blood off- when-?
But it sounded familiar somehow. Haruki, in the dark, saying something to her- something, she couldn't really remember what.
But she remembered that panic, that fear, that cold, dreaded certainty that Haruki was not Haruki at all, but some cold, cruel demon with his form, sent to punish her. She remembered apologizing, over and over, begging for Oyashiro-sama to forgive her, and the sharp, almost relieving pain of her nails digging into the flesh of her throat. Because Oyashiro-sama sent the maggots back, and she had to get them out-
Her hand reaches up, absently, for her neck, a fingertip lightly tracing the side. She could almost feel a scar that wasn't there.
And instead of confusion, there's just a very somber look as Rena drops her hand onto the table and folds the two together, her eyes lowering to the floor.]
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But it sounded familiar somehow. Haruki, in the dark, saying something to her- something, she couldn't really remember what.
But she remembered that panic, that fear, that cold, dreaded certainty that Haruki was not Haruki at all, but some cold, cruel demon with his form, sent to punish her. She remembered apologizing, over and over, begging for Oyashiro-sama to forgive her, and the sharp, almost relieving pain of her nails digging into the flesh of her throat. Because Oyashiro-sama sent the maggots back, and she had to get them out-
Her hand reaches up, absently, for her neck, a fingertip lightly tracing the side. She could almost feel a scar that wasn't there.
And instead of confusion, there's just a very somber look as Rena drops her hand onto the table and folds the two together, her eyes lowering to the floor.]
...I caused a lot of trouble for you, didn't I?