[ Nothing lasts sends her thoughts straight to Haji, her Haji, the shade of him she cut down while his true self flashed in her mind. That brief glimpse held more meaning than the whole of her memories since waking in the City, and if she weren't busy trying not to rent Setsuna's neck open she might have said so just to prove him wrong, a tinge of that cruelty that's still flitting around her head. Some things do last -- but not the two of them. ]
[ And if what he says is true, then she should do as she likes. If either of them are left wanting in the end, as they assuredly will, it's not her that's making it inevitable. ]
[ This is where she should ask, her voice weak and pitiful, for permission to drink his blood, the bare minimum of proper behavior. Whether past caring or taking his words as implicit permission, she doesn't bother, just releases his shirt to grab a handful of his hair to bear his throat while her glowing red eyes bore into his, looking directly at him for once. He'll have half a moment to stop her, but short of a dramatic intervention she simply takes what she needs, fangs first, entirely lacking the hesitation she'd shown in the past. ]
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[ And if what he says is true, then she should do as she likes. If either of them are left wanting in the end, as they assuredly will, it's not her that's making it inevitable. ]
[ This is where she should ask, her voice weak and pitiful, for permission to drink his blood, the bare minimum of proper behavior. Whether past caring or taking his words as implicit permission, she doesn't bother, just releases his shirt to grab a handful of his hair to bear his throat while her glowing red eyes bore into his, looking directly at him for once. He'll have half a moment to stop her, but short of a dramatic intervention she simply takes what she needs, fangs first, entirely lacking the hesitation she'd shown in the past. ]