[Soma slowly reaches into the envelope, dreading what will happen. Though he's not blasted or burned by the charms, touching them brings an unpleasant stinging to his fingertips, tolerable in intensity but still a reminder of what he is. He shoves the envelope under his pillow.
Fukawa. Does he want Fukawa to know what happened? He doesn't want anyone to know! He wants to lock himself in this cell until he starves to death, because already he can feel the cravings setting in thanks to the blood loss from crying. He's terrified that she'd let him feed on her, he'd take too much, and they wouldn't need a trial because he'd just confess....]
... help me... someone... [Kiss-Shot didn't do this to him, he's a nightmare that poor vampire child could never even dream of. The thought is so ludicrous, he starts to chuckle through his tears, building to quiet but full-blown hysteria.] ... h-- help me... help me... help me help me help me....
cw suicidal thoughts
Fukawa. Does he want Fukawa to know what happened? He doesn't want anyone to know! He wants to lock himself in this cell until he starves to death, because already he can feel the cravings setting in thanks to the blood loss from crying. He's terrified that she'd let him feed on her, he'd take too much, and they wouldn't need a trial because he'd just confess....]
... help me... someone... [Kiss-Shot didn't do this to him, he's a nightmare that poor vampire child could never even dream of. The thought is so ludicrous, he starts to chuckle through his tears, building to quiet but full-blown hysteria.] ... h-- help me... help me... help me help me help me....