[Ciel's assessment on what she held wasn't wrong, and it wasn't right. Her body looks like it might break. Honestly, it looked like it already had, with those large, puncture scars splashed over the front and back of her narrow chest. No human should be able to survive that. Maybe if she hadn't ended up here... she just wouldn't have. It looked like someone had wanted something from her, if the broken fingers were any indication. Had she given it to them... ?
"Carmine" notices very well that Ciel doesn't answer her question. She notices.
But she doesn't say anything. Ever since she woke up a Regressor... she had been living her life knowing every one of those days was borrowed. No... Stolen. That one day, someone would come for her and she would have to give them back. But that was fine. This was... Wasn't it fine? As long as she didn't have to answer the call of Hell's Gate she'd turned out too weak to resist, if she could avoid hurting anyone anymore... She didn't care if her life was difficult. She didn't care if she had to hurt.
And right now... She doesn't call out Ciel's obvious dodge, not in words. In the silence, perhaps, that follows immediately after, her breath slow and shallow against the other woman's chest, but... What she says is,]
Ah... I thought I was wearing a nightdress...
[Hadn't she been, the last moment she remembered, bleeding out on the concrete? Well, it didn't matter. It's hard to care about someone seeing you naked when you've sold your body as many times as she has. Even harder when you barely felt like it belonged to you, as if it were just some vessel for the mind with all its holes in it and all of the overwhelming sensations of being able to feel emotions. But she was being offered... and if so,]
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"Carmine" notices very well that Ciel doesn't answer her question. She notices.
But she doesn't say anything. Ever since she woke up a Regressor... she had been living her life knowing every one of those days was borrowed. No... Stolen. That one day, someone would come for her and she would have to give them back. But that was fine. This was... Wasn't it fine? As long as she didn't have to answer the call of Hell's Gate she'd turned out too weak to resist, if she could avoid hurting anyone anymore... She didn't care if her life was difficult. She didn't care if she had to hurt.
And right now... She doesn't call out Ciel's obvious dodge, not in words. In the silence, perhaps, that follows immediately after, her breath slow and shallow against the other woman's chest, but... What she says is,]
Ah... I thought I was wearing a nightdress...
[Hadn't she been, the last moment she remembered, bleeding out on the concrete? Well, it didn't matter. It's hard to care about someone seeing you naked when you've sold your body as many times as she has. Even harder when you barely felt like it belonged to you, as if it were just some vessel for the mind with all its holes in it and all of the overwhelming sensations of being able to feel emotions. But she was being offered... and if so,]
Please...