( the thick smell of blood that fills their nose, that covers the ground from helena's massive tap, and the way the animals first instinct is survival which inevitably kills them. a hand settles on his hip, his lips pursed into a straight line since he's seen it all before — even the brown fox was but a short reminder of komaeda's own pet being ran over by a car, the amount of blood that poured from a twitching body until she finally stopped moving. memories from his younger years resurface in his older years, but he lacks the ability to care though it bothers him for only a moment, but one he doesn't let show as he sighs. )
Adams-san...
( he looks towards her before looking towards hinata carrying natsume, their winter wonderland painted with red splatters, if komaeda was insane... it'd be beautiful, but he's not like that at the moment. )
You killed so many of them! I didn't know you had it in you.
cw animal death
Adams-san...
( he looks towards her before looking towards hinata carrying natsume, their winter wonderland painted with red splatters, if komaeda was insane... it'd be beautiful, but he's not like that at the moment. )
You killed so many of them! I didn't know you had it in you.
( to kill, as if that's a good thing. )