[A floral smell, tinged metallic, is pungent in the alley near Hayato. There’s a faint hiss that accompanies it, as Hayato continues to drag his fingers into his arm, it’s the sound of something burning- like water spilled on a hot pan. The blood is splattering indiscriminately on the ground under him. By the volume of it, he’s really torn his arm open.]
What- What is it?
[His voice is hysteric, almost. Pained, but not as pained is it maybe should be. There is something much more disbelieving and desperate about it, instead. He looks up wildly, first at Bantus, but then at Break.]
What’s this blood? I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t feel this pain!
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What- What is it?
[His voice is hysteric, almost. Pained, but not as pained is it maybe should be. There is something much more disbelieving and desperate about it, instead. He looks up wildly, first at Bantus, but then at Break.]
What’s this blood? I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t feel this pain!