[ Teeth tearing into his neck. Blood on the floor. Ice in his veins and the taste of metal in his mouth. He stares at Nishitani, wide-eyed and trembling just slightly. The memory is hazy now and the only assurance he had that it had happened at all is the scar on the back of his neck. The way time worked or didn't work in Hakagemachi screwed with his memories and sense of reality from that place.
no subject
Breathe. ]
...Don't stop.
[ Trust.
Trust placed firmly in Nishitani's hands. ]