[ He knew. Yet knowing makes nothing easier. A blade's shimmering intonation precedes its wielder's command, and Subaru listens, its motion carving synchronic into his instinct and his bride. Eyes flinched shut, he feels the fevered spatter across arm and face, the forced shed of a life stoked to fruition by vengeance. He looks briefly pale, the scent and sound of so much blood still too near to his mind's eye — the one robbed of its sight. ]
It's not your fault.
[ Yet merciful fingers interject on jaw where it rends, and Subaru spares one of the few talismans still accrued in his pocket. An intent to be sparing only goes so far. It whispers to life in his fingertips where he gently affixes it to her face. Be still.
And she is, save the pry of teeth, the closing wound, the wild set of her vulpine eyes. ]
but are you really
It's not your fault.
[ Yet merciful fingers interject on jaw where it rends, and Subaru spares one of the few talismans still accrued in his pocket. An intent to be sparing only goes so far. It whispers to life in his fingertips where he gently affixes it to her face. Be still.
And she is, save the pry of teeth, the closing wound, the wild set of her vulpine eyes. ]
She'll return. But just to run to slaughter —
[ It's cruel. ]