[If Hayame made sense... Perhaps she could answer that question with something more articulate than,]
None of this- !
[But she doesn't. She isn't. She wished this woman hadn't healed her, she wished she could have been allowed to just lie there, and maybe eventually she would have bled out or just died of weakness, and then the foreign soil of this land could eventually claim her rot and her bones. The words of that man she had encountered, riddled with Innocence, mock her still.
Are you the last?
She can't think of anything else to say. Her familiar knife digs into the dirt, her knuckles pale, but she can't make her legs move. All she can do... is force herself to beg, disguised as a harsh (desperate) demand.
crawls back to help wrap... sorry new event got me trippin
None of this- !
[But she doesn't. She isn't. She wished this woman hadn't healed her, she wished she could have been allowed to just lie there, and maybe eventually she would have bled out or just died of weakness, and then the foreign soil of this land could eventually claim her rot and her bones. The words of that man she had encountered, riddled with Innocence, mock her still.
Are you the last?
She can't think of anything else to say. Her familiar knife digs into the dirt, her knuckles pale, but she can't make her legs move. All she can do... is force herself to beg, disguised as a harsh (desperate) demand.
Asking once more-]
Just go.
[Please.]