[The carving goes without noise or comment from them but Nekane's hands still curl into fists. It'll heal pretty easily, maybe end up as a faded scar. Just another one among all of the other scars littering their body.
But what matters to them is that it's another one, and one from someone who had to do it or face punishment. The both of them lose in this situation and it pisses them off.
They take the knife from Edelgard but pauses for a moment. They know exactly how deep to cut to leave a mark of their own. It's just a matter of doing it.
(Was this how it felt for all of those people, so long ago? Deciding how deep as they pulled out feathers and skinned the flesh off of their wings? Just how much was too much throughout the countless hours they--)
Nekane shakes their head and carves the word into Edelgard's own arm. Murder. Two peas in a pod.]
There. They better let us out now or I'm going to stab the next fucking demon I see.
cw for past torture
But what matters to them is that it's another one, and one from someone who had to do it or face punishment. The both of them lose in this situation and it pisses them off.
They take the knife from Edelgard but pauses for a moment. They know exactly how deep to cut to leave a mark of their own. It's just a matter of doing it.
(Was this how it felt for all of those people, so long ago? Deciding how deep as they pulled out feathers and skinned the flesh off of their wings? Just how much was too much throughout the countless hours they--)
Nekane shakes their head and carves the word into Edelgard's own arm. Murder. Two peas in a pod.]
There. They better let us out now or I'm going to stab the next fucking demon I see.