[ No, actually, he doesn't think he owes her anything. He's long drawn the line in the sand between them, aware of his place and aware of her's. He doesn't share the same sort of compassion and willingness to understand the Kenoma like some of the other Pleroma. There's never been that much room in his heart to begin with.
So he's guarded when he's questioned, hand going back and forth from where his shard lies in his chest, then down as he hesitates. It might have been a week since the shrine incident, but the ordeal still haunts him and remains a constant burden at the forefront of his thoughts. He'd shamefully succumbed to the madness that drifts about his mind even now, and the very real fear of what that kid might have told Ciel weighs heavily on him.
She could do the same thing. She could bludgeon him with words, shred what bit of sanity he has left, taunt him that they all know. They all know about Kim Dokja's weak psyche.
The rising panic has to be fought down, and some of it is bound to creep its way through the communion being shared between them.
When he finally responds, shard taken into his hands, he forces an unnatural calm through. ]
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So he's guarded when he's questioned, hand going back and forth from where his shard lies in his chest, then down as he hesitates. It might have been a week since the shrine incident, but the ordeal still haunts him and remains a constant burden at the forefront of his thoughts. He'd shamefully succumbed to the madness that drifts about his mind even now, and the very real fear of what that kid might have told Ciel weighs heavily on him.
She could do the same thing. She could bludgeon him with words, shred what bit of sanity he has left, taunt him that they all know. They all know about Kim Dokja's weak psyche.
The rising panic has to be fought down, and some of it is bound to creep its way through the communion being shared between them.
When he finally responds, shard taken into his hands, he forces an unnatural calm through. ]
Hello to you, too.