The Mind's Eye

   “…Well, who knows? I’ve never been reborn, so I can’t speak from experience. All I know if I don’t see anything wrong with you.” (’Though I did have some creatures in Mareth try to ‘rebirth’ me. Just thinking about the abominations they spawned, mutated and deformed and ravenous… The less thought about them, the better. Sorry if you saw any of that, Satori. Breathe in… breathe out…’) She focused on her breath to clear her mind, ruffling the grass so the sensation on her fingertips would distract her. Just the same as Satori, she turned her attention away from the topic.

   “I’m not sleeping in a tree. Sorry, Satori, but that’s non-negotiable territory. If you want to sleep up there, then… well, just make sure you’re not gonna fall on me or anything, because I’ll be down here. On the ground.” (’I hope she doesn’t think we have to sleep right beside each other. I don’t mind camping with her, but… No, surely she’s not thinking of that. With that ‘torture’ talk, she’s just messing with me.’)

One way or another, it’s not like the mind reader wanted to think too hard about it. Even after all these centuries, she was still rather ignorant of what she could’ve been, and there’s no way she can force herself to just remember a past life.

Reading those thoughts from Nero made her to wince a little, though- this precious night wouldn’t be ruined by whatever disgusting methods the creatures of Mareth used, so she simply closed her eyes for a moment and ignored everything as best as she could, before looking around to find the best and bigger trees.

“Well, I tried. I actually used to sleep with my sister up in the tree branches. Don’t ask me why I was comfortable or how I wouldn’t fall off.” It was probably a monkey thing- as far as Satori was aware, humans didn’t really do that, so she was indeed, messing around with the Inquisitor for a bit.

“And so, the idea of sleeping on the ground may be better, but I will request to actually be close to you, to ease my mind a little.” It was for the simple fact sleeping on her own managed the nightmares to haunt her even more so. And somehow, sleeping near the other sounded comforting enough for the youkai to want to try it out.

   “—Do you think just saying sorry cuts it? If I did not know how much you meant to Lady Satori, I would end you without hesitation, human.” Tora retorted, already mid-conversation with Nero.

   “Of course not. I’ve encouraged Satori to eat again. She’s already filling her stomach as we speak. I take action to fix the problem before I ever apologize for it. And I rarely apologize.” (’A hollow apology means nothing, and I refuse to say sorry unless I truly feel it. Hence, I almost never do so since becoming an inquisitor.’) Loud as her thoughts may be for a certain youkai, the beast youkai before her could hear none of it.

   “And? You made your mistakes that cost our Lady dearly in suffering. Ceasing your foolishness does not atone for all the hardships you’ve brought on Chireiden.”

   “I did so to help Satori! Besides, I refused to eat until I found a solution for her as well.”

   “And that means nothing, human. Do you think we care if you’re a hypocrite or have good intentions? No. Whatever pain you subjected yourself to, you forced Chireiden to go many nights in anxiety. We all suffered alongside Lady Satori, seeing the pain she went through. Do you know how many of my fellows cried about Lady Satori? Do you know the anger they felt, seeing you hurt her and insist it’s for her own good? How hard I personally had to resist tearing you apart to save Lady Satori, even if she’d hate me or exile me for it? You have no idea how much anguish you’ve caused with your meddling, but you will not be welcomed back with open arms like nothing happened.”

   “…” Nero silently endured the verbal assault, and she resisted the urge to return the furious gaze with a glare of her own. She wasn’t used to it, not ever since becoming an inquisitor, but… this is how apologies always were, weren’t they? “You’re right. I don’t understand. I can’t understand what it was like for you all. I can only see it from my own perspective, with how I was trying to save Satori from her innate problem.”

   “The ends do not always justify the means. I thought you knew better than that. All we went though, just because of you…!”

   “…Satori wanted it too.” Nero’s eye twitched. Perhaps she was letting her inquisitorial ends-justify-the-means mindset slip into her decision with Satori, but hearing that insulted made her feel the need to stand her ground. Say what you will about her personally, but even something indirectly related to the inquisition was going to get a reaction.

   “I can’t understand what you all have been through, but have you ever thought how Satori felt? How she was willing to go through such an ordeal in the first place, wanting me to save her from eating human flesh? She hates that part of herself. It’s a deep self-hatred she’s dealt with all her life. I was trying to genuinely help her with it; not some manipulator trying to take advantage of an insecurity. What has anybody done before me to spare her from that anguish? If it took a week of pain to give her relief for the rest of her life, it would have been worth it.”

   “You don’t know what we’ve tried! We’ve wanted her to stop worrying for so long, but she never listens…”

   “You can’t just tell a problem to go away. All that does is convince her to hide it even more while it eats at her.  It’s why she’s always so malnourished. This has been tormenting her for many, many years.” She paused, and neither woman knew what to say. “…I think I can help with it, though.”

   “I think we’ve had about enough of your help.”

   “No. Not like before. I think the best person to convince her it’s okay to eat humans, is the human closest to her.” (’I just need to convince myself of it first…’) “All apologies aside, that’s what I wanted to consult you on. Last time, I acted on my own and you see how that ended up for Chireiden. I trust you the most here besides Satori herself.”

   “…I’d say, make sure you do it in a way that’s acceptable to you humans.” She crossed her arms, closing her eyes in a much more subdued frustration than before. “The last thing I’d want is you changing your mind again. I don’t think you realize how much sway you have over Lady Satori, so make sure you’re not going to do something that hurts her again down the line. I don’t know if I can forgive you over this. I know I won’t if it ever happens again.” 

   “A way that’s acceptable to humans… I see.” (’I’m already getting a few ideas, when she phreased it that way. But what did she mean by how much sway I have over Satori?’) “Thank you Tora.” 

   “Hmph… Just so we’re clear, you’ll need to do more than just this to atone.” She mutedly glared at the inquisitor, who merely nodded in response. “Alright. I think we’re done here.” She transformed back into her tiger form, walking away abruptly to lay down on a nearby cushion. She looked up only to see Nero standing beside her. 

   “Before I go, may I?” she asked. Tora snarled softly in response, before laying her head back down submissively. Nero knelt beside Tora, slowly stroking the tiger’s fur, from the top of her head down her back. As much as Tora wanted to stay grumpy, it earned some purrs from her throat. She couldn’t help but nuzzle against Nero’s arm and chest as well. Nero smiled softly, seeing that after everything, even Tora was willing to accept her once again. It was a good sign. 

   “Don’t think you’ll earn my forgiveness so easily with just this, Nero,” cooed Tora once again, having transformed back into human just to speak her mind. It garnered a small jump from Nero, seeming surprised and slightly disturbed. “…Right, you hate petting when we youkai are in this form, don’t you?”

   “I like petting animals, not fellow women…” Nero seemed like she wanted to clean her hand after that. She was getting up, having lost her desire to pet by now. 

   “Animals can’t be women now, you say? Hm… Perhaps we will need to help you overcome that phobia too, sometime.” She laid with her hands behind her head, seeming somewhat satisfied. Whether it was just from the petting or from how for once it was someone else getting flustered by it, tough to say. At least she seemed more casual around Nero now, just like how things used to be before the incident. 

   “Over my dead body…” Nero wiped her hand against her skirt, before heading off to the kitchen and Satori. Enough time had passed that the youkai surely had eaten her fill by now. She wasn’t sure how much Satori had heard of their conversation, probably being too distracted by hunger, but it mattered little either way. Upon coming to the kitchen, she only gazed in silence at her close friend. (’Satori…’)

At first, the mind reader was way too focused on her hunger and the plates in front of her to really listen to what Nero and Tora were talking about- with Satori starting to eat with the desperation that was expected from her, but at least, Inoshishi was glad to see her master finally consuming something that would be good for her health.

It felt like Heaven, as if some kind of insatiable thirst was finally satisfied- she had to be careful to not choke in what she was eating after not chewing properly, but the boar youkai was there to pat the satori’s back from time to time, offering a glass of water as well in the process.

“Inoshishi and te rest want you to recover, Lady Satori...but don’t be too hasty or Inoshishi will have a new reason to worry...” It was when the words of the boar youkai reached Satori that, the mind reader would finally recover some of her senses, stopping herself from looking like a feral animal and trying to chew her food better.

Until now it felt as if her ears would’ve been covered from any external words that the rest tried to refer to her with, but now...she hear Inoshishi, and she was starting to hear the muffled sounds of Nero and Tora’s voice in the distance.

At least, she was feeling better, so she could only shake her head gently when catching a thing or two about the topic Tora was arguing with Nero about.

“Don’t worry Inoshishi...I don’t plan to just choke on my food...not today.”

Now that her senses were getting balanced, the mind reader took a small breath before closing her eyes to calm down. She ate so fast that the sensation of being full happened faster than expected...Nero warned her about eating after fasting but...Satori couldn’t help but to just eat like that in desperation.

It was only upon Nero getting closer to the kitchen again that, the youkai would look up a little, seeing the other girl at the entrance, verbally silent, but her thoughts were still like spoken words to Satori. Even her third eye would look in Nero’s direction before she passed a handkerchief by her lips- trying to recover her composure quickly to not look too pathetic in front of the Inquisitor.

   “Don’t worry. I doubt Inoshishi would cook with that. She’s a much better cook than I.” She smiled softly as well, taking the joke as a light-hearted relief from all the troubles that had plagued them for weeks now. “And I doubt she could cook me either. Maybe if she caught me while I was asleep… Maybe.” (’Good luck. I’m such a light sleeper, a door being opened would wake me up. And I also block my door so it’ll bump a loud object if opened from the outside.’) 

   “I wasn’t exaggerating about not seeing you until you eat, though. From the second you open that door, you won’t see a hair on my head until after I know you’ve eaten. For all intents and purposes, I’ll disappear.” (’Maybe she can still smell me and hear my thoughts, but… well, she can’t catch me. And I’d be upset if she tried rather than eating.’)

   True to her word, Nero was already absconding before Satori had time to open the door. Her thoughts were still audible, if quiet in her usual manner, and her smell… well, it was a dead giveaway that she was the opposite way of the kitchen. There was zero chance of bumping into each other this way. Though it wasn’t a random direction—Nero actually was going to apologize to Tora, of all people. They had been something resembling friends up until the fast, after which the tiger had scarcely forgiven Nero for hurting her master. Nero wanted to make it up to her, now that she could safely say Satori was eating again. 

The mind reader didn’t know if to laugh at the little joke or not, on one hand, the situation was getting fixed, on the other, and with her experience, Satori couldn’t really laugh at the fact that she literally wanted to eat Nero, and still does...it makes visions of those nightmares she had some time ago to resurface.

Taking a small breath, she nodded to herself and swallowed gently.

“I am sure Inoshishi will have everything ready for once I get there, so there’s nothing to fear once I get my hands on the proper food...” The youkai was dying to actually the other woman in front of her, but for now, the main goal was to get to the kitchen.

Opening the door, Satori stepped outside to find herself all alone, even if the trail that Nero left once she moved could still be smelled in the air.

There was no time to waste, however, so soon enough, the mind reader was at the kitchen, with Inoshishi standing not far from the table and awaiting with a smile.

“Welcome back, Lady Satori. Inoshishi made sure to prepare the beast meal so you can recover all your strength in one sitting.” On the table, various plates of food prepared with the human meat from some of the corpses.

Rushing how she could to the table, the satori would sit down after the scent of the properly cooked plates would lure her in, and without saying much, she desperately took the cutlery to start digging onto the meat- it was enough of a miracle that she was holding herself back to not eat with her hands instead, like a beast.

NICKNAME :    Flannibal FACECLAIM :   I have so MANY... PRONOUNS :    she / her HEIGHT :    5′3″ BIRTHDAY :   March 11th AESTHETIC : Goth aes in general. Vampires. The moon. LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO :  Heavy - Linkin Park

GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  ACCOUNT :

WHAT  INSPIRED  YOU  TO  TAKE  ON  THIS  MUSE :  Literally just a SONG...Hell Frozen Rain from Silent Hill. My decisions to take muses are usually pretty impulsive and I get inspired suddenly and out of nowhere.

WHAT  ARE  YOUR  FAVORITE  ASPECTS  OF  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :  That she’s really tired. No, really. The fact she has seen so much shit through her life must be a big heavy burden on her. There are characters out there that are super old and that have seen a lot but they’re fresh like roses and at times unaffected by the shit they’ve seen as if they had no empathy or feelings. I always love getting into the psychological side of characters and I loved the concept of a youkai that has lived for long enough and that is burdened with the power of reading minds of all things. The world is pretty fucked up and she has been forced to learn about everything.

WHAT’S  YOUR  BIGGEST  INSPIRATION  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  WRITING : Basically, music, mainly. Just look at Satori, I was inspired to pick her up because of 1 song. Once I pick up a character tho, there are times in which inspiration just comes out of nowhere and I start brainstorming on my own just like that.

FAVORITE  TYPES  OF  THREADS :   Just, threads in which Satori can read the mind of other characters. I honestly like rping angst or threads that can develop the character further, that too, but I like to balance it with lighter threads to make a balance.

BIGGEST  STRUGGLE  IN  REGARDS  TO  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :   The mind reading. Not everybody plays along with it and it’s a really important part of this character. So please, PLEASE, if you interact with Satori, make sure you also write down the thoughts of your characters. It makes things a little more complicated, but I think it’s interesting to explore that stuff that basically no one plays around with unless you...well, find yourself with a mind reader.

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   “Hmm…” The sound softly escaped her lips, though her thoughts were running wild at Satori’s every word. She leaned against the door, keeping her ear pressed against it to hear Satori better from the other side of the room. 

   (’Is that so? Then… perhaps she’s right. She offered no counterpoints when I expressed my initial disgust. If anything, her agreement with me only solidified my beliefs that it needed to change. If Satori truly believed otherwise or argued in her own defence, perhaps I’d have felt far differently then and there. We simply agreed on finding it disgusting and needing to change, so I never had any reason to think twice about saving her by her own wishes.’) Her own thoughts were faced inwardly, though Satori could still clearly hear them. She felt no need to filter it. (’…At least, neither of us are truly to blame for this.’)

   (’…Satori, I already knew you were doing this out of necessity, not pleasure. Furthermore, you were doing this with already-dead corpses, not getting humans killed for it. As an inquisitor, I could already tell you weren’t corrupted. As a person I still found it disgusting, but that is it. Still less disgusting than my… putrid, pissd-covered experimental dishes last time. You should not kill yourself simply to make someone else like you. I know I’ve been scorned many times, and shunned many times more. You should never make yourself suffer like this just for the approval of another, even me.’)

   (’Though I have no plans to leave you over this. If anything, I refuse to see you again until you eat, lest my scent causes you to turn feral once again. …I hadn’t given you thanks yet for how you were austere enough to pull yourself away like that than giving in to your instincts, have I? Because I found that commendable too. It takes more inner strength than I believe you’re willing to give yourself credit for.’) 

   (’Now, are you ready to come eat? Inoshishi should already have your meal waiting.’) She eased herself off the door, lest Satori opens it while she’s still leaning on it. (’Ah, word of warning. After a fast… or starvation in this case… you might have a lot of appetite, but you won’t be able to eat that much at first. Try to take it slowly after the first several bites. Your stomach is shut down for right now, so be careful when waking it up.’)

Passing a hand by her hair, the mind reader listened to the thoughts coming from the other just as if it was a regular conversation to follow...at least, the both of them seemed to agree with the mistake, and even when Satori has always disliked her nature in part, it was true that, getting attached to Nero like this wasn’t helping her to accept that it was wrong on her side to try and change so people could like her.

On the other hand, there was a side of the satori that was content just knowing that Nero would let her follow her diet again without going away...it definitely helped her to accept herself a little better, even if there was still a side of worry about that unavoidable habit.

“You don’t want me dead...that’s already a lot coming from a human...” The mind reader actually...smiled a little, even if Nero couldn’t see, she was smiling, and actually made the effort to stand up, with a sigh.

She was still starving- the Inquisitor would still smell appetizing, but she was throwing a small ‘threat’ about not seeing Satori again if this one didn’t eat, what completely fueled the lilac haired girl to want and get to the kitchen to whatever Inoshishi prepared.

Slowly getting closer to the door of her room, Satori would make a small pause to rest a hand on this one, not opening it just yet...she could smell Nero from here...and while she actually was willing to hug the smaller girl as a way of saying ‘thanks’, it sounded like a bad idea at the moment.

   Nero kept her eyes on the stars, though her ears were listening intently to both Satori and to any noises around them. She really could never fully relax, even on a night like this, though it was giving her less tension with a friend around. Strange… she rarely made friends enough to notice before. 

   “Abandoned sounds like a better way to describe it. Never had I heard of a god whom people stopped believing in before. It sounds like… you went from being a god to being a person, and tried to find your place in the world. You and your sister both.” Strange how other creatures mimicked human behaviours when lacking in their own instincts. Perhaps the influence of man was far wider in the world than most people realized. It was a very successful method for social creatures like humans, though it made Nero ponder sometimes with how alone she’d been for so long. 

   “Even if it’s dimmed, I can still see some divinity in you. But… fine, if you prefer, I’ll not bring it up.” (’I can’t help it if I still see her in a divine light sometimes now that I’ve heard of it… Hm.’) She glanced over at Satori, seeing the girl finally get completely off the ground. Usually that indicated the opposite of a desire to sleep, but somehow not here. She stared wordlessly for a minute, hearing the mind-reader talk while mulling some things over. 

   “…Not pressed up against each other or anything, mind you. I just thought it would be nice to camp together on a night like this.” (’I hope she wasn’t thinking I meant cuddling up or anything… Ah, no, definitely not the case. No way you could on a tree branch with any degree of comfort.’)

   “I have, but it’s hardly comfortable. It’s better to sleep at the base of a tree, or sometimes nested in some thick foliage if you want to keep hidden. Whenever I’ve slept in a tree, it was for emergency rest and barely over a few hours. Just enough so you won’t pass out at some point over the day, but you’ll be tired the whole time.” (’It always leaves me feeling sore too. It’s only a miracle I’ve never fallen off of one. …Don’t tell me she wants us to sleep in one.’) “Why do you ask?”

Good thing that she was a satori...even with all the feral youkai that lived around here, it’s no wonder no one would approach them even when it was so late. Youkai and humans alike would avoid her when they could, if just because Satori had the advantage of reading their minds and intentions...

As her previous godhood was mentioned, however, the mind reader couldn’t help but pass a few fingers by her chin as if she was thinking about something- the fact Nero couldn’t help but still see some divine light in her made Satori to almost feel honored...no, she felt honored. Specially when she hated was she was reborn as.

“I can’t even remember my life before I was...born as a satori, so, really...I can’t really say I went from being a divinity to be a person when...I was reborn like this.” Something that was supposed to be punishment for humans, but to the youkai, it felt like she was the one being punished instead.

Either way, the topic about going to sleep together pushed her away from thinking too deeply about that, so she turned around to look at Nero before gazing at the trees of the forest. Truly, she actually had the insane idea of sleeping on a tree of all things.

“With hugging or not...I was totally thinking of sleeping on a branch, yes. By instinct, my bed for centuries was a branch, on a tree. It’s true that it’s been really long since I last tried it, but I guess this is the same as humans learning how to ride a bicycle...something you can’t lose the habit for even after some time passes.” The ape side of her was to blame- it would be safe to assume that she even enjoyed sleeping up there. Maybe the time she didn’t spend asleep out of fear trained her body to be comfortable sleeping anywhere.

Right...Serenity really remember all the little celebrations, didn’t she? It was a little embarrassing to be labeled as being a father, but even so, all Satori did was to smile a little at her daughter before accepting the small gift.

“Thank you, Serenity...now, what could it be this time?...” The small one managed to surprise because she never thought about what was inside until the mind reader opened the box. It was something cute; a sketchpad and a bunch of colored pencils.

Maybe the biggest gift out of all of this was that, Serenity wished to draw together...even when the satori was horribly bad at that kind of art.

“Oh? Oho? You have something unusual, huuhhhhh? Come on! Bust it out and be a good host!” Not that she was even invited, mind you, but booze is booze! If it gets you drunk, she’s interested!

How bothersome...Satori couldn’t help but pass a few fingers by her temple to rub it gently. Oni were really noisy, and she wasn’t really in the mood for partying, but maybe offering some whiskey wasn’t too bad...if that made the other to go away afterwards.

   “What in the…” Nero went silent, speechless. Her mind raced like a hamster on a wheel, always reaching the same conclusion: (’At that point, you don’t really exist. It’s little more than a spectre that is gone before you ever knew it was there.’) 

   “…I’m sorry this happened to your family. I don’t know what to say.” (’Is there any salvation at that point? No doubt Satori’s wanted to save her, but… It sounds hopeless.’) 

The attempt for salvation was so long ago...yet, all Satori ended up with was with her sister all bloodied, in her arms. To this day she blames herself for being a blind fool, even if in part angry with Koishi for tricking and even hiding such a suicidal attempt from her.

“Yes...she doesn’t exist. I still remember her because I knew of her existence before she closed her eye...however, sometimes even I have a little difficulty to really tell if she’s with me or not.”

   Could Satori hear thoughts while her mind was so wracked by hunger? The overwhelming need might drown out her hearing, but something told Nero she’d still be noticed in a heartbeat. She was the heartless bastard that got Satori into this mess, after all. So, to be safe, she sent her instructions to Inoshishi via a pet-delivered note, before heading to Satori’s room by herself. 

   The atmosphere of Chireiden was tense. The various pets looked upon her with suspicion and thinly veiled disgust. She was, after all, the woman who abused her influence over their master to get to this point. Fighting against her was surely tantamount to going against Satori, but many of the pets harbored hatred for her by now. 

   “Hey—!” shouted out one of the pets. Nero kept walking without so much as a glance. “…I’m talking to you!” 

   “Stay your peace. If you have something to say, save it until after dinner.” A single glance of her reflected purpose like steel coating a wall. It was apparent there was no getting through to her until she was done. 

   The pet backed down, yet despite Nero’s gruffness there was no malice on her mind. Even recognizing her poor reputation in Chireiden barely registered in her mind. All she interpreted it as was a symbolic taste of the real bitterness in Satori’s mind. She marched on with purpose, with but one steady rhythm occupying her thoughts. (’Breathe in… Breathe out…’)

   Only upon arriving at Satori’s door did her heart show any hesitation. Ideally, she only felt some trepidation out of worry for how it would go. In her heart, she knew the real truth was simply that her pride was too much for her to want to admit such a grave error. She rarely had cause to admit faults of her own, yet here she was…

   “Satori? It’s Nero,” came swiftly after three sharp knocks on the door. “…You could already tell by my thoughts, couldn’t you?” (’Breathe in… Very well. Let’s talk like this, then. It would be more private. And no, do not open the door. We both know how my scent drive you mad. Knowing how dogs are, I’m certain that scent isn’t blocked by the door entirely… I would hope it’s not too much.’)

   (’Regardless, I’m here to tell you that. That…’) Her pride swelled in her heart again, and she had to close her eyes, clench her fist. (’…I’m sorry. That’s what I mean to say. I was wrong to force you down this path. In my hubris, I brought little but pain and suffering to you. I want you to eat now, Satori. Do you understand?’) 

Even when trying to drown herself in her own distraction, thoughts traveling through the hallways like sound were impossible to ignore, or at the very least, impossible to not silence.

Despite the back of her mind knowing that it was Nero who was approaching her room, Satori’s mind was idly focused on what she was writing; herself a little disconnected from reality...that’s it, until Nero was in front of the closed door and she knocked, and spoke out loud, to her.

That snapped the mind reader out of the activity she was attending, but she didn’t look at the door, and just kept looking down at the paper-covered desk.

The youkai wasn’t going to stand up, but she could hear Nero perfectly from there, the same way her thoughts were readable, making Satori fall silent for a good moment.

If she was hearing right, Nero was sorry for what she did...what she suggested to make her do after the small incident was a mistake, and even if her pride was high, she came here to apologize...to tell Satori to eat again.

It would be fine to maybe close the topic there, simply accepting Nero’s apology, but there was something else that was plaguing the youkai’s mind in consequence of what started all of this, even if the human girl came to just...accept that it was wrong to simply do things this way.

“Nero. It’s not really your fault...I can’t really blame you...not...for that...” Finally speaking on her own, Satori rested her elbow on the desk in order to also let her head rest against her hand; to support her tired body.

“If I was completely fine with my nature, I wouldn’t have accepted your offer...but your reaction...it solidified my own negative view of what I am, or at least, what I have to do to feed myself...don’t you hate me for it?...won’t you hate me if I go back to do the same?...” Making a pause, the mind reader would let out a sigh before closing her eyes...rather tightly. There was heaviness in her heart by just anxiously thinking about Nero just looking at her like the majority of humans did.

The hatred...the disgust...

“I know...there’s no other option...it’s like asking a human to stop breathing...but even then...I don’t want you to hate me, too. The day you looked at my meal with such disgust I got...so scared. Scared that I was pushing you away unintentionally. Yet, you came back to try and find a solution because I didn’t like having to do it either.”

“I will eat again if that meant I can still keep seeing you like before...I still have so many things I have to tell you...” She was sounding so selfish...for once, that Satori wasn’t recognizing herself. She felt guilt for even acting this way, so she bit her bottom lip and tried to stand up, slowly.

Aside of the basic hair a human would have, her legs and arms tend to get a little more hairy than the ones of a regular human- compare them to the hairy arms and legs of a hairy man.

However, she shaves her arms due to some of her arteries connecting there, while ignoring shaving her legs most of the time.

“And there it is...the three last answers to the quiz.”

“There was no correct answer, but depending on the kind of answer people give, you can learn a lot about the kind of person they are.”

“The last kind of answer with that reasoning is what I was waiting for- ‘Miss X killed her sister in hopes of Mister Y showing up again in the funeral of her sister’, is the kind of answer that psychopaths tend to give. However, don’t take this test as a diagnosis. There is way more to analyze in a person for a professional diagnosis than simply answering to the quiz.”