( All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't make that pan of atrocity palatable again. He flinches, for the first time a creature little past animal, made small by the vision of chemical death and intestinal decay writ in spindly noodles and amorphous goop.
He should hold himself to the standard of the Sakurazukamori's composure, to the lethal indifference of his forefathers. Should straighten in place (does), set his jaw (does) and resign himself to his mutinous, gory and painful murder (fails, on principle). He breathes, and it singes the inner lining of his throat, stings the inside of his cheeks, leaves him acris, frowning, put upon. )
Sharon feels like an open wound. ( No cleansing cloth, no antiseptic. ) Sharon is barely a person.
( Look at her, no better than Sumeragi Subaru, an ill-fitting equation that doesn't math out. Streets smart, but too well intended for worldliness. Few rough edges, but no class. No settling, but no ambitions. Wholly adrift.
And he nods toward the pot to make his final point - )
Sharon... should be incarcerated for wanting to put that on my plate.
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He should hold himself to the standard of the Sakurazukamori's composure, to the lethal indifference of his forefathers. Should straighten in place (does), set his jaw (does) and resign himself to his mutinous, gory and painful murder (fails, on principle). He breathes, and it singes the inner lining of his throat, stings the inside of his cheeks, leaves him acris, frowning, put upon. )
Sharon feels like an open wound. ( No cleansing cloth, no antiseptic. ) Sharon is barely a person.
( Look at her, no better than Sumeragi Subaru, an ill-fitting equation that doesn't math out. Streets smart, but too well intended for worldliness. Few rough edges, but no class. No settling, but no ambitions. Wholly adrift.
And he nods toward the pot to make his final point - )
Sharon... should be incarcerated for wanting to put that on my plate.