[ If Wrath had been any slower, Five would have swallowed more than the bite, and that only makes his craving worse when it hits his stomach. His first reaction is to fight back for the heart that's ripped from his hand, but the terrible chill makes it short lived. ]
It's cold. [ He doesn't seem to realize what he swallowed until he's drawn back, and he's slowly filled with a different kind of dread. The taste of something old and dead lingers in his mouth, and the cold persists after his senses return.
Once the gravity of what he did hits him, he bends down and immediately starts convulsing in an effort to get himself to throw it back up, but nothing comes. ]
...Shit. [ He reels at the idea that he may have just fucked up again, like he's learned nothing. He doesn't want to look back to see just how much he ate, but he can feel it in him and he's briefly horrified to see it in Wrath's grasp. ] Don't... don't touch it.
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It's cold. [ He doesn't seem to realize what he swallowed until he's drawn back, and he's slowly filled with a different kind of dread. The taste of something old and dead lingers in his mouth, and the cold persists after his senses return.
Once the gravity of what he did hits him, he bends down and immediately starts convulsing in an effort to get himself to throw it back up, but nothing comes. ]
...Shit. [ He reels at the idea that he may have just fucked up again, like he's learned nothing. He doesn't want to look back to see just how much he ate, but he can feel it in him and he's briefly horrified to see it in Wrath's grasp. ] Don't... don't touch it.