[The details are sparse, but just poignant enough to place. Fujisaki? Or Ishimaru? She'd fainted on both occasions after all.
It's not her worst fear confirmed. But it's pretty damn close.]
You d-don't think we tried that? [Some of the fire has flickered back, curling her hands into their usual clench.] The f-first guy nearly got blown up! And the second girl —
[Toko halts. It's not like she feels bad for that hag. But she was the first to die in full view, and it was a hideously nasty method at that. Her jaw clenches and she shakes her head.]
The whole thing was rigged, all right? N-not everyone has some magic super power to b-bust them out of a bad situation!
[But that doesn't explain anything, and it's not the part that's really tripping him up. He goes, as always, into morbidly sexual detail. She's used to it. She dishes it out herself, in even crueler turns sometimes.
Her skin crawls even so.]
Don't. [Said simply. Said low. Deadly serious, before she even thinks it herself.] D-don't say that stuff right now. Can't you t-talk about anything without making it revolting?
[Pot, kettle. What a complete hypocrite she is. It's just the image itself, of Jill in that position, of her own body contorted and crazed and debased one step further than usual. She can't stand it.
Toko stands in silence for a beat, eyes stuck on his and wide as saucers. She's been forced to confess so many times, it should be easy by now. Rex was crass but he was accepting. A little too much so. He was one of a few people who was happy to see her, god only knows why. So this should be easier than ever.
She wets her lips, parched from inside out. Her hands begin to shake and she has to tuck them into her skirt, bunching the fabric.]
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It's not her worst fear confirmed. But it's pretty damn close.]
You d-don't think we tried that? [Some of the fire has flickered back, curling her hands into their usual clench.] The f-first guy nearly got blown up! And the second girl —
[Toko halts. It's not like she feels bad for that hag. But she was the first to die in full view, and it was a hideously nasty method at that. Her jaw clenches and she shakes her head.]
The whole thing was rigged, all right? N-not everyone has some magic super power to b-bust them out of a bad situation!
[But that doesn't explain anything, and it's not the part that's really tripping him up. He goes, as always, into morbidly sexual detail. She's used to it. She dishes it out herself, in even crueler turns sometimes.
Her skin crawls even so.]
Don't. [Said simply. Said low. Deadly serious, before she even thinks it herself.] D-don't say that stuff right now. Can't you t-talk about anything without making it revolting?
[Pot, kettle. What a complete hypocrite she is. It's just the image itself, of Jill in that position, of her own body contorted and crazed and debased one step further than usual. She can't stand it.
Toko stands in silence for a beat, eyes stuck on his and wide as saucers. She's been forced to confess so many times, it should be easy by now. Rex was crass but he was accepting. A little too much so. He was one of a few people who was happy to see her, god only knows why. So this should be easier than ever.
She wets her lips, parched from inside out. Her hands begin to shake and she has to tuck them into her skirt, bunching the fabric.]
...She's my split personality.