[... To say that Hayame is surprised would not be incorrect. She is alone- or, she just might as well be, with her captive wearing bit, blindfold, and earplugs, hanging from a woven bag attached to her withers. She did not expect anyone attempting to speak with her, let alone the presence she can vaguely sense now.
After a moment, guarded, not only afraid that he had seen the desperate weakness of sentimentality in her during the last hour of the raid on Achamoth but also still resentful of the insult she has not yet forgiven...
Hayame touches her shard. Makes herself open to what he wishes to say without any guess at all as to what it could be.]
[ For Hayame's generous allowance in letting this strange wolfman into her mindscape, she will be rewarded with a very succinct message and his best attempts at keeping this conversation strictly professional. ]
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a man brave enough to communion privately at hayame appears!!!
After a moment, guarded, not only afraid that he had seen the desperate weakness of sentimentality in her during the last hour of the raid on Achamoth but also still resentful of the insult she has not yet forgiven...
Hayame touches her shard. Makes herself open to what he wishes to say without any guess at all as to what it could be.]
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I heard you have M's head.
[ Straight to the point. ]
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He gets the same in turn.]
I do.
It did not dissipate.