[She almost accuses him of lying again, but. Of course. Of course a demon, a monster like he was, wouldn't dream as people were supposed to. He didn't move like people were supposed to, didn't have the strength they were supposed to...]
What mark?
[Far away, she presses her forehead harder against the scratchy bark of a struggling tree, struggling to understand how this could be happening. The why was plain enough- It was a punishment. It always was.
But unless he meant that he was still missing his throat...]
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What mark?
[Far away, she presses her forehead harder against the scratchy bark of a struggling tree, struggling to understand how this could be happening. The why was plain enough- It was a punishment. It always was.
But unless he meant that he was still missing his throat...]