[ The stillness in the circle breaks. One lunges for Majima and another lunges for Ryouma. The one that comes for Ryouma has one of the uncovered and damaged faces, more skeletal than the others and wide-eyed with pain and fear. Its hand closes on his upper arm and it shares that feeling with him. The darkness. The loneliness. The guilt and grief. And so much blinding, unending pain.
The one that has Majima is one that wears long hair. It wrestles him down into the wet ground and grins coquettishly in his face; one of the Goromi's. Her touch shares something with him as well, although only Majima knows what precisely that feels like. ]
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[ The stillness in the circle breaks. One lunges for Majima and another lunges for Ryouma. The one that comes for Ryouma has one of the uncovered and damaged faces, more skeletal than the others and wide-eyed with pain and fear. Its hand closes on his upper arm and it shares that feeling with him. The darkness. The loneliness. The guilt and grief. And so much blinding, unending pain.
The one that has Majima is one that wears long hair. It wrestles him down into the wet ground and grins coquettishly in his face; one of the Goromi's. Her touch shares something with him as well, although only Majima knows what precisely that feels like. ]