(it was supposed to be a winding strike, it wasn't supposed to cut. but she grabs it, then squeezes it and lets the blood soak her fingers. what a damn fool.
hei stares at it, feeling nothing.
when did he stop caring? how long ago was it? thirteen, fourteen years?)
I'm not, but that's just how it has to be. (a sharp twist, the edge of the blade biting further into her hand.) We're done here. Let go, now, or I'll cut your fingers off.
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hei stares at it, feeling nothing.
when did he stop caring? how long ago was it? thirteen, fourteen years?)
I'm not, but that's just how it has to be. (a sharp twist, the edge of the blade biting further into her hand.) We're done here. Let go, now, or I'll cut your fingers off.