Those words for some reason had begun to ring in his mind, over and over again. It was like something snapped at that moment, and he wasn't exactly sure what just yet. He was... he was... human- right? Yeah, he was. He was her furniture, he was someone who was supposed to protect her, not hover over her like some kind of literal beast and make her cry. It wasn't quite connecting with him just yet though, he merely paused at her words.
As he stared down at her, he saw those tears rolling down her face, and it hurt him to see her like that. Why did it hurt him so much...? He wanted blood, he wanted to feel her blood- to taste it... and yet, that wasn't right. He kept telling himself to stop, telling himself that this wasn't right and to lower his arm. Sure enough, after a few more moments passed he lowered that claw of his and placed it on the ground beside her. She was begging him to stop, and ...he remembered now, he had transformed into this beast to try and prevent her from being defiled. That ship was long sailed- he had killed Battler, ripped him apart completely, and soon went for the goats who had even tried to scramble to escape. He had never tasted blood before, and this was the result of that.
And when she touched him, crying over just how terrifying he was to her- his eyes widened. What was he doing...? This wasn't right, it wasn't right at all. He had stopped snarling, and he was now looking down at her, his ears pushed down to his head and he was certain his tail was even between his legs. He felt... terrible, he felt like a horrible human being. Instead of growling he let out a small whine at what had just happened. This wasn't.... this wasn't suppose to end like this. She wasn't supposed to be in tears, or having to resort to screaming at him to stop- telling her she loved him in such a dire state.
Soon, he had allowed his body to relax and he changed back into that human self, that man known only as Amakusa... he was over top of her, still covered in blood, but he only had guilt and hurt in his eyes. Slowly, he brought his hand up to hers that was on his cheek, and he tried to speak but... it was difficult.
"...I....I'm so sorry ...Ange," no more honorifics, he actually said her name, just her name, "I love you too... I lost myself for a bit there..."
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Those words for some reason had begun to ring in his mind, over and over again. It was like something snapped at that moment, and he wasn't exactly sure what just yet. He was... he was... human- right? Yeah, he was. He was her furniture, he was someone who was supposed to protect her, not hover over her like some kind of literal beast and make her cry. It wasn't quite connecting with him just yet though, he merely paused at her words.
As he stared down at her, he saw those tears rolling down her face, and it hurt him to see her like that. Why did it hurt him so much...? He wanted blood, he wanted to feel her blood- to taste it... and yet, that wasn't right. He kept telling himself to stop, telling himself that this wasn't right and to lower his arm. Sure enough, after a few more moments passed he lowered that claw of his and placed it on the ground beside her. She was begging him to stop, and ...he remembered now, he had transformed into this beast to try and prevent her from being defiled. That ship was long sailed- he had killed Battler, ripped him apart completely, and soon went for the goats who had even tried to scramble to escape. He had never tasted blood before, and this was the result of that.
And when she touched him, crying over just how terrifying he was to her- his eyes widened. What was he doing...? This wasn't right, it wasn't right at all. He had stopped snarling, and he was now looking down at her, his ears pushed down to his head and he was certain his tail was even between his legs. He felt... terrible, he felt like a horrible human being. Instead of growling he let out a small whine at what had just happened. This wasn't.... this wasn't suppose to end like this. She wasn't supposed to be in tears, or having to resort to screaming at him to stop- telling her she loved him in such a dire state.
Soon, he had allowed his body to relax and he changed back into that human self, that man known only as Amakusa... he was over top of her, still covered in blood, but he only had guilt and hurt in his eyes. Slowly, he brought his hand up to hers that was on his cheek, and he tried to speak but... it was difficult.
"...I....I'm so sorry ...Ange," no more honorifics, he actually said her name, just her name, "I love you too... I lost myself for a bit there..."