[ the worms are eager as always and shinji's corpse doesn't last very long before it disappears completely into the writhing swarm. makoto can't really help but stare in both admiration and horror, never really having witnessed them in this particular brand of "action". her knees still wobble and her hands still tremble; her heart still aches knowing that even after saving him from one of his assaulters, byakuya was unhappy with her. (to say the very least.) she exhales, ragged before he speaks and nods compliantly in response. ]
Mm. [ silently, she follows. a mixture of both docile and rigid and she collects cleaning supplies with byakuya and they begin to work on removing all evidence that any gruesome murder occurred here. everything she's said in her defense so far, her evaluations of shinji's character down to her proclamations of love for byakuya haven't done anything but anger him, so she's unsure of whether or not she ought to even open her mouth.
it frustrates her, though. and though she doesn't cry audibly, her tears mix in with the bleach she uses to scrub the floor clean. she doesn't understand how doing the right thing could leave her feeling this awful. she wants to go home. maybe no one will ever love her here. maybe she's ruined her chance. ]
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Mm. [ silently, she follows. a mixture of both docile and rigid and she collects cleaning supplies with byakuya and they begin to work on removing all evidence that any gruesome murder occurred here. everything she's said in her defense so far, her evaluations of shinji's character down to her proclamations of love for byakuya haven't done anything but anger him, so she's unsure of whether or not she ought to even open her mouth.
it frustrates her, though. and though she doesn't cry audibly, her tears mix in with the bleach she uses to scrub the floor clean. she doesn't understand how doing the right thing could leave her feeling this awful. she wants to go home. maybe no one will ever love her here. maybe she's ruined her chance. ]