𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐔𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - ★彡[ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ]★彡

- 𝟎𝟖 -

[Y/N] idly munched on the stringy debrirat meat, ignoring the awful stringy texture and aftertaste left in her mouth each time she swallowed. Her companion sat beside her without eating anything.

"Do you want some?" she asked hesitantly

"No. Just taking a bite will make me want to vomit."

"O-oh, alright..." [Y/N] felt the same way but she didn't vocalize her thoughts. She doubted her companion would care to listen. "You hardly eat anything at all..."

"I have no need for sustenance."

[Y/N] thought that all humans needed food to function, but perhaps her companion's resilience had lessened their appetite throughout the years. They hardly ate anything, only stopping to eat while she was resting.

Even though they barely spoke, having someone by her side was the only thing which allowed her to push through this darkness. If she was truly alone, living in isolation with herself as her only companion, [Y/N] believed that she would have lost her mind long ago. But for some strange reason, she felt lonely on this particular day.

"Can I ask you a question?" she squeaked.

"What?"

"Uhm...why are you taking care of me? I'm sure that the way I am, I'm really nothing more than a hindrance to you..."

Her companion let out a sigh. "Again and again you ask the same question. I am taking care of you because I want to. There's no more of a reason than that."

"B-but..."

"You're only a nuisance when you're brooding over these worthless topics. There's no space to afford being sentimental on this planet. You know that."

Clenching her fists, [Y/N] took a small bite, feeling guilty for her insecurity. She had only been nine years old at the time and with no proper guardian figure besides her companion, she found herself becoming insecure about her own existence and desired validation. Yet every time she sought some sort of reason from her companion for their relationship, they provided a non-committal answer.

Oftentimes she desperately wished she could cling to them for comfort, but her fear of being abandoned which had been embedded in her since birth prevented her from doing so. She was afraid she would be thrown away.

She continued to chew on the meat in silence, the shadow of her companion beside her providing her with a sense of both warmth and foreboding.

. . .

After she awoke from killing for the first time, [Y/N] felt numb. Her hands felt sticky with the blood of the one she had killed. She wished that she could shed her skin and be created anew once again so she could cleanse herself of her sins.