He's only seen a monster with fresh scars once before. They were in the middle of an intersection in the dead of night, soaked from head to toe because they'd just finished fishing themselves out of a canal. The one their body had been dumped in.
He doesn't panic. He doesn't do much of anything at all, but that's mostly due to the numbness that washes over him. His hand is still wavering on her neck, where it stays paused for some time until, eventually, he reaches around it and tries to pull her toward him by the nape. ]
I'm sorry.
[ If it hurt. If she was afraid. If she's still hurting and afraid. ]
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He's only seen a monster with fresh scars once before. They were in the middle of an intersection in the dead of night, soaked from head to toe because they'd just finished fishing themselves out of a canal. The one their body had been dumped in.
He doesn't panic. He doesn't do much of anything at all, but that's mostly due to the numbness that washes over him. His hand is still wavering on her neck, where it stays paused for some time until, eventually, he reaches around it and tries to pull her toward him by the nape. ]
I'm sorry.
[ If it hurt. If she was afraid. If she's still hurting and afraid. ]
I'm sorry.
[ The words feel like choking does. ]