[perhaps normally, higekiri would listen! and he'd stay his blade immediately!
yet it seems like even after he's sliced into a dear friend's arm, he's not exactly completely present. it seems like the light's are on, but higekiri himself is barely home. there's something in his eyes that's sharp and full of bloodlust, not even mindful of the mess that's being made with all the goo and zombie screeching. he raises his sword like he's about to decapitate the zombie all over again -
but something in his chest reminds him the mission.
he realizes something is wrong when his sword is about to swing regardless.
it's only when the blinding pain gets worse that he falters, and instead his strike will move to stab A through the leg rather than take it off completely, even as he himself collapses to one knee, gasping out in both confusion and pain]
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yet it seems like even after he's sliced into a dear friend's arm, he's not exactly completely present. it seems like the light's are on, but higekiri himself is barely home. there's something in his eyes that's sharp and full of bloodlust, not even mindful of the mess that's being made with all the goo and zombie screeching. he raises his sword like he's about to decapitate the zombie all over again -
but something in his chest reminds him the mission.
he realizes something is wrong when his sword is about to swing regardless.
it's only when the blinding pain gets worse that he falters, and instead his strike will move to stab A through the leg rather than take it off completely, even as he himself collapses to one knee, gasping out in both confusion and pain]
Something like this -
How can I say... I don't care...?