[ there is something too familiar, an echo of someone else's memory, in watching him thrash and skid across the dirt with the collar around his neck. too akin to what her parents might have gone through.
the reality of it is unpleasant to face. she preferred to think of them as standing bravely, fighting because fighting is what kuruko do and not because they were enslaved, accepting their debts and fulfilling their service because it was the right thing, because it was the thing that would save her from the same fate. but this is an ugly thing. a thing of blood staining bare feet as they skid through rough earth. ]
Fuck. [ quietly, angry with herself, uttered just before she charges the reaper, shoulder to rib, forcing it to drop its hold on the chain that leashes aristaeus. ]
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the reality of it is unpleasant to face. she preferred to think of them as standing bravely, fighting because fighting is what kuruko do and not because they were enslaved, accepting their debts and fulfilling their service because it was the right thing, because it was the thing that would save her from the same fate. but this is an ugly thing. a thing of blood staining bare feet as they skid through rough earth. ]
Fuck. [ quietly, angry with herself, uttered just before she charges the reaper, shoulder to rib, forcing it to drop its hold on the chain that leashes aristaeus. ]