[ To that she nods along with readily. Yes, the hunt itself can be a thrill, but isn't nearly as satisfying or fulfilling if they just...bleed out lost in some dark corner. No, hearing their final screams and seeing the fear in their eyes brings an excitement that she never thought possible--a purpose. However horrible it has become. ]
Yes...it would feel like a waste otherwise.
[ Rin cocks her head to the side, her neck moving a little too far as she looks at the array of weapons, but her expression turns to disgust. Clearly, none of these are for her. ]
I brought my own.
[ She raises her right arm, jagged shards of glass sticking embedded in her flesh. And appearing, for a moment, almost like a shard of glass itself, Rin twists and flicks her wrist as the steel of a sword pushes out just below the base of her palm. The edge is uneven, even as the shattered pieces of the katana pull and clink together like a puzzle made of ice. It's stained with blood that does not wash away. ]
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Yes...it would feel like a waste otherwise.
[ Rin cocks her head to the side, her neck moving a little too far as she looks at the array of weapons, but her expression turns to disgust. Clearly, none of these are for her. ]
I brought my own.
[ She raises her right arm, jagged shards of glass sticking embedded in her flesh. And appearing, for a moment, almost like a shard of glass itself, Rin twists and flicks her wrist as the steel of a sword pushes out just below the base of her palm. The edge is uneven, even as the shattered pieces of the katana pull and clink together like a puzzle made of ice. It's stained with blood that does not wash away. ]