[Monsters in human skin are the only ones who can understand the pain of forcing their hearts into an unfamiliar mold, or know how it feels to be hauled up from hell or dragged down from heaven into the agonizing realm of vulnerability and emotion. (Literal inhumanity or not.)
Bonds formed from hearts bleeding onto the floor are not so easily broken as ones of blood.
Forward and back, like the pendulum of the clock. The rhythm was comfortable, easing Sayo into the musical cogs propelling the song forward without missing a beat.]
...I thought it would be harder. [They laugh, lacking their usual cackling quality.] Is that strange?
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Bonds formed from hearts bleeding onto the floor are not so easily broken as ones of blood.
Forward and back, like the pendulum of the clock. The rhythm was comfortable, easing Sayo into the musical cogs propelling the song forward without missing a beat.]
...I thought it would be harder. [They laugh, lacking their usual cackling quality.] Is that strange?
It seems like distance really does engender fear.