Mar's finger grazes the trigger of her mother's shotgun, hands shaking from her heavy breathing. She butts it against Akani's chest, pressing the weight of her body into the shotgun in order for Akani to truly feel the pressure. Her thumb clicks the rusted release achingly slow, unblinking as she hears the pop of the gears from within the rickety old thing. Akani blinks down at her from beneath her bangs, taking a manual breath in at her confusion. She opens her mouth to say something, but Mar only presses the gun back against her the moment she parts her lips to speak. She dares not to move, more bewildered than afraid of what was about to happen to her body. Mar gulped with her entire body, blinking hard as she swallowed.

“I'll—I'll pull the trigger. If you do anything else.” 

The girl normally had a meek voice, but it sounded as if someone were strangling her. Her heels dug into the ground, holding her quivering body firm against the gun. Akani did not even breathe in response, looking around her face for any sort of explanation. Mar's breath stuttered, choking momentarily. The motion made the gun shift slightly, pressing to the gap between Akani's ribcage. It was only then that she realized her body was soaked, not just in the black water, but the remnants of something that was once there. Her fingers twitch subconsciously, causing Mar to sink into her shoulders and aim the gun a bit higher. The liquid drips onto the mix of stones and grass beneath them, a fine, black smoke sizzling up from the grass where the blood falls. Akani does not feel any wounds on her body, despite the blood acting the same as hers. Mar's eyebrow twitches as she attempts to put on a brave face, showing her true nature.