“Infernal“ blood grew cold. Vivid hues widen, now disturbed as her focus shifts to him from her peripherals.A once lackluster train ride now a growing concern.‘ It’s… Diluted. Happens when your family is old as dirt… ’
Izumo’s eyes return forwards,coming to glare at the pale hands that clenched her cellphone in her lap. ‘ … Are there any more like us nearby? You know—— the DAMNED.Since I obviously can’t tell. ’
———❝ You’ll get a nose for it, eventually — for better or worse, demons can be quite useful. ❞ He folded the paper over his thigh, finding himself suddenly disinterested in the article he’d been reading. It was evident the man was of foreign blood, but you couldn’t tell it by how he spoke. His tongue hadn’t the slightest of accents.
The man frowned, rubbing his forearm as if her words hadn’t struck a chord. The parallels in her statement certainly made him wonder.
❝ But damned is such a harsh word for a girl whose only sin is the blood coursing through her veins? ❞
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