#whorxifying

He choked through a breath of his own, fingers lifting to curl into the pressed, silken garbs that hung from his shoulders; frame hunched, flesh pallid, almost sickly in contrast to the lively woman who felt so much like Kainé.

“I wouldn’t know. This is how I ‘live’. If you’re saying that with pity, then I”m going to fucking kill you, understand? I don’t need your goddamn sympathy. In a world like this, full of people who tread on others like so many filthy, writhing, disgusting worms I need nothing. There’s only one thing I want and I’ll get. I’ll get it done and then the tough shit will all be over.”

Forever.

「 皇帝 」－ Naoya quietly swallows the knot in his throat, electing to bite his tongue. For his own sake, and for hers. Crossing her had been the furthest thing from what he aimed for. Prying for a fragment of her backstory felt like treading on eggshells, to start. How he justifies his earlier words probably doesn’t matter to her at this point. He’s positive that she can sense his sympathy. Why else would she go as far as to take the extreme of threatening his life?

Her cynicism towards the world stings enough to bring a close friend to mind.

deadpans.