[ She's up and on her feet in an instant, darting a few feet back and hovering too close to the hedged wall, as if expecting it to protect her.
Saki isn't sure what it reminds her of. Magatsu Izanagi, smelling like ash and offering her death. The TV world, too bright, forcing her through things thicker than blood.
She doesn't want to, but she finds it terrifying. ]
Okay, [ she finally says, clipped and quiet and ashamed. ] You can— [ put it back in your pocket? ]
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Saki isn't sure what it reminds her of. Magatsu Izanagi, smelling like ash and offering her death. The TV world, too bright, forcing her through things thicker than blood.
She doesn't want to, but she finds it terrifying. ]
Okay, [ she finally says, clipped and quiet and ashamed. ] You can— [ put it back in your pocket? ]