#labbrasangue

       “ you will stop me ?? “ he replies to her , the voice of SIN dripping with blood of another . how could this woman stop him when she looked so frail ?? a simple wave of his && his boot would come down upon the skull of his newest victim , making sure to CRUSH the skull of the mutt beneath him . “ there is nothing more you can do , he was dead before you even witnessed this crime . “

[  錯覚  ] ―          the  voice  startles,  though  it  is  soft.  something  strange  about  this  woman,  he  feels,  about  the  warmth  that  surrounds  her,  like  the  sheltering  wings  of  a  mother  HEN.  an  ungraceful  comparison,  surely,  but  he  never  pretended  to  be  a poet.           ≺ no. ≻  (he  never  pretended  to  enjoy  helen’s  presence  either. )  the  answer  is  definitive-  for  an  instant.  he  doesn’t  like  owing  things,  especially  not  his  lone  time,  but  she  did  help  him,  if  but  for  a  moment,  back  at  the  infirmary.  it  would  be  but  polite,  he  supposes...  the  effort  of  friendliness  is  a  visible  strain  on  the  young  man.        ≺ there  is  no  point  in  lying:  i  do  not  want  company.  but  you  can  stay,  if  you  wish... to  talk. ≻