[ there's no verbal response yet, besides a quiet groan. he can't really muster to say much, as he's exhausted far beyond the usual.
inhale, exhale.
he can't get the image of dazai having the life and ink squeezed out of him out of his head. it'll probably haunt him for the rest of his life, alongside the other horrible memories from the fourth holy war. ]
Somehow, I feel as if the roles have been reversed, yours and mine.
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inhale, exhale.
he can't get the image of dazai having the life and ink squeezed out of him out of his head. it'll probably haunt him for the rest of his life, alongside the other horrible memories from the fourth holy war. ]
Somehow, I feel as if the roles have been reversed, yours and mine.