[ It's quiet for a while until almost silent laughter breaks the peace. Yeah, there's always more to this story and it's not good. ]
I thought that too. Maybe I was just stupid, or maybe I really wanted to believe. You should be careful what you wish for, I guess. Tohru came back, except it wasn't Tohru at all. He was a Shiki now, just like so many others.
[ He lets out a long exhale, some remaining laughter spilling from his lips. ]
I would have been fine with that, if that was the whole truth of it. I could kill a Shiki even if they looked like Tohru. And that's just what I planned to do. It would have been hard, but I could have done it. Someone had to fight back against them before it was too late.
He came for me, but I was ready. I had a cross and a stake and I was ready to kill this monster who used to be my best friend. But he wasn't—he wasn't a different person at all. He was the same Tohru who called me Natsuno even though I hated it, the same Tohru with that lazy smile, the same Tohru who would pout when things didn't go his way. If he was just a monster, I could have—
I couldn't do it. I told him that we could make it work, that he could feed from me as much as I was able to give him, that we could run away together from all the Shiki and the stupid rural village. If he wasn't a monster, then he was my friend. We could have made it work.
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I thought that too. Maybe I was just stupid, or maybe I really wanted to believe. You should be careful what you wish for, I guess. Tohru came back, except it wasn't Tohru at all. He was a Shiki now, just like so many others.
[ He lets out a long exhale, some remaining laughter spilling from his lips. ]
I would have been fine with that, if that was the whole truth of it. I could kill a Shiki even if they looked like Tohru. And that's just what I planned to do. It would have been hard, but I could have done it. Someone had to fight back against them before it was too late.
He came for me, but I was ready. I had a cross and a stake and I was ready to kill this monster who used to be my best friend. But he wasn't—he wasn't a different person at all. He was the same Tohru who called me Natsuno even though I hated it, the same Tohru with that lazy smile, the same Tohru who would pout when things didn't go his way. If he was just a monster, I could have—
I couldn't do it. I told him that we could make it work, that he could feed from me as much as I was able to give him, that we could run away together from all the Shiki and the stupid rural village. If he wasn't a monster, then he was my friend. We could have made it work.
But he killed me instead.