[ As they walk, Clara stays close enough that every now and then, she brushes against his arm. It isn't long before her mind processes what, exactly, she's seeing, and one hand presses over her mouth.
Looking back at him, her own eyes say this is super fucking weird before looking back at the action and moving her hand over her chest. She can't feel anything, of course, but watching someone cut their own heart into pieces is making her a little queasy. She's outside and feels like she needs air.
Unable to tell what, exactly, the Huntress is trying to accomplish, Clara nods her head in that direction, asking silently if they should keep going. ]
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Looking back at him, her own eyes say this is super fucking weird before looking back at the action and moving her hand over her chest. She can't feel anything, of course, but watching someone cut their own heart into pieces is making her a little queasy. She's outside and feels like she needs air.
Unable to tell what, exactly, the Huntress is trying to accomplish, Clara nods her head in that direction, asking silently if they should keep going. ]