[With release comes a gasp for breath, one that floods his throat too quickly. He coughs, chest heaving with waning pangs of suffocation. But never does he tear his eye from her.
Even the cracking of his blade can't distract him from watching flesh knit together.
Bone, skin, everything between works in reverse to repair until it's smooth, not even a scar left behind.
Sickening.
He wants to carve it out again and again.] Aa?
[That desire overtakes the chance she's given him; with broken blade, Takasugi rushes forward. Aims straight for her sternum, a piercing blow that he'll pull into a slash meant to open her up once more, should it connect.]
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Even the cracking of his blade can't distract him from watching flesh knit together.
Bone, skin, everything between works in reverse to repair until it's smooth, not even a scar left behind.
Sickening.
He wants to carve it out again and again.] Aa?
[That desire overtakes the chance she's given him; with broken blade, Takasugi rushes forward. Aims straight for her sternum, a piercing blow that he'll pull into a slash meant to open her up once more, should it connect.]