[ He looks up towards his scythes. The serrated edges remain clean. He didn't even get a chance to taste any of their blood. His chest feels tight then at ease at not seeing any red. The blades are cursed that even a single small cut will bleed rivers of red, red, red, red. The ground is saturated in his blood, in Xu Shu's blood. But not Daud's. Isn't that sad? It's sad. ]
How sad. [ He repeats himself as he looks towards where Daud has moved. Fast, fast, fast. ] It whispers. It whispers and doesn't quite scream. But the words are getting much, much louder. You can feel it, can't you? You can feel it beneath the skin. [ A wide smile warms his mouth as he fixes his gaze on the man before him. ]
It itches? Probably? Yes, it iches. Do you know the shape of your fear? [ His eyes soften just a little as he peers at the man's cold face. ] It doesn't exist inside of you. It's there. [ The scythe gestures behind him. ] It's there. It is inside others.
[ He doesn't want to hear that. He doesn't want to have that sort of talk. Do not touch places people are healing with such sharp instruments. His eyes glaze over as he twists his head to look to the side. Annoyance burning into his expression but he shrinks back like he is scolded. ] Fine! A smile! A smile, then! Let's smile!
[ A burst of laughter pours of his mouth. Let his scythes sing a beautiful song. A song where they can carve big, bright smiles on each other. Curved into an open mouth, bleeding happiness everywhere. So he sprints forward -- with the hellfire of green following him and raises one blade to cut wide, twisting his body about to bring the other blade in a diagonal slice. ]
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[ He looks up towards his scythes. The serrated edges remain clean. He didn't even get a chance to taste any of their blood. His chest feels tight then at ease at not seeing any red. The blades are cursed that even a single small cut will bleed rivers of red, red, red, red. The ground is saturated in his blood, in Xu Shu's blood. But not Daud's. Isn't that sad? It's sad. ]
How sad. [ He repeats himself as he looks towards where Daud has moved. Fast, fast, fast. ] It whispers. It whispers and doesn't quite scream. But the words are getting much, much louder. You can feel it, can't you? You can feel it beneath the skin. [ A wide smile warms his mouth as he fixes his gaze on the man before him. ]
It itches? Probably? Yes, it iches. Do you know the shape of your fear? [ His eyes soften just a little as he peers at the man's cold face. ] It doesn't exist inside of you. It's there. [ The scythe gestures behind him. ] It's there. It is inside others.
[ He doesn't want to hear that. He doesn't want to have that sort of talk. Do not touch places people are healing with such sharp instruments. His eyes glaze over as he twists his head to look to the side. Annoyance burning into his expression but he shrinks back like he is scolded. ] Fine! A smile! A smile, then! Let's smile!
[ A burst of laughter pours of his mouth. Let his scythes sing a beautiful song. A song where they can carve big, bright smiles on each other. Curved into an open mouth, bleeding happiness everywhere. So he sprints forward -- with the hellfire of green following him and raises one blade to cut wide, twisting his body about to bring the other blade in a diagonal slice. ]