( Shealtiel's heart throbs again, but this time it's a painful beat. It's one that stirs up the burning sensation beneath his scars, along the left side of his body. The one he felt each time they'd tried to purify him. The image of the statue in that church comes to mind, once more, a demon under the foot of an angel...
His fingers grip tighter at his chopsticks, knuckles going white. He shouldn't be relating himself to them. No matter what realm they're from. The rules can't be that different. They may have made that up, where Akira is from... It could be anything... And he's right, it doesn't justify...
His left side throbs again, and he winces slightly. )
Do you want me to praise you? ( Colder than he meant to come off, but he's distracted, lost in his own head, too busy hurting to worry for those around him. )
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His fingers grip tighter at his chopsticks, knuckles going white. He shouldn't be relating himself to them. No matter what realm they're from. The rules can't be that different. They may have made that up, where Akira is from... It could be anything... And he's right, it doesn't justify...
His left side throbs again, and he winces slightly. )
Do you want me to praise you? ( Colder than he meant to come off, but he's distracted, lost in his own head, too busy hurting to worry for those around him. )