[he did!! his leg is no longer bleeding, and he has changed into a spare outfit that is neither ripped nor ruined. he notes Hien staring, too. . . and raises a brow, reaching out to dig his fingers behind the pomchi's ears in a firm scritch]
I'm okay.
[HE ALMOST HAD A PANIC ATTCAK BUT IT WAS FINE. IT WAS FINE!!]
"The little ghost thing was probably my soul in a physical form."
[ So his soul wanted food. ]
"My monster form is a lot thicker with shadows and wisps. It was me. It's still me. You said that you'd be keeping an eye on me in case if things got out of control... here we are."
[ Hien can say that he's used to it all the same, but it's still terrifying. It's a certain kind of horror to witness someone get chomped on like that by some nebulous monster that probably threatened to eat all of them too. ]
"They can demand apologies all they want, and I'll give it to them."
[ He doesn't sound so bothered by it, but. ]
"... I felt that my memories and experiences were somehow being taken away from me... like they were being erased. There were these strange books in the church and it was gradually writing me out. Unfortunately, a part of me consists of the concept of Self, so to have that taken resulted in... that."
[ hewwo. Hien stays put where he is though, so that he can give Tsukasa control of the situation. He figures that seeing in his other forms would make him run away or feel sick, so. Puppy, it is. ]
[places the katsudon aside and scoops Hien into his lap, continuing those gentle ear scritches. they are soothing for him too, in the way that petting an animal helps with residual stress]
Yeah. I guess I did.
[it sounds so freakin' insane when Hien says it aloud. god. what the fuck was he thinking. he wasn't, actually! that was the problem. as always, when things get hectic, Edamura reacts on instinct. he doesn't think about the danger or the consequences of his actions. he just. . . does what feels right]
. . . felt like I had to do something. I knew it wouldn't be much, but I-- I dunno.
[ she pauses. her hand slackens. then it tightens.
there's a flicker of an image. fuckin six inch hien (WHY) in a glass museum case. fiammetta's palm slamming down on a digital display. the light above the case flickering off. hien disappearing. ]
I wasn't... I couldn't do anything. You know I would have if I could.
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