❛ is that a challenge ? ❜ ( enna ! )
a challenge. he can't help the bark of laughter that leaves him, a touch of madness to the sound that makes him itch to claw out own his lungs, to remove his ability to utter such a thing ever again. ( he is sick, isn't he? ) ❛ i would have to give a damn in order to challenge a thing, love. ❜ and he has not truly cared about anything in a small eternity, he can feel that truth down to his bones. had his capacity to care been stolen from him, or has he simply always been way? born . . . wrong? and he knows their title of monster hunter; perhaps he is expected to be quaking in his boots in response to that revelation. but even if he did not believe he could more than handle his own against most any threat, he can't muster any level of care towards his own existence. an end to the blood whispers, an end to the vile monster crawling beneath his skin, an end to the stabbing pains in his skull . . . the end. how can he do anything other than look forward to blissful oblivion? ❛ but if you are wishing for a fight, i always enjoy the spilling of blood ⸻ regardless of whether it is yours, or my own. ❜
