☆ @entomic / starter!
“Ah, M-Muu-san… thank you…” Haruka gives a wobbly smile as she enters his cell, tray of food in hand. Truthfully, he hadn’t been hungry lately, appetite ebbing away in the wake of constant anxiety and dread — how could he eat, with all the uncertainty? He didn’t even know if he deserved it yet, if his plan had worked — but, even so, he was grateful for her kindness. Even when he was being troublesome and keeping himself confined to his cell, she still treated him so well… She really must be his mother, taking care of him like this…
He picks at his food for a moment, lips pursed, eyes kept on his tray as he musters up the courage to ask — afraid of the answer, of seeing her expression, he keeps his head down. “Um… Have you been hearing it too? I-I mean… the voices, lately, they’re… different…” He mumbles, biting his lip nervously. The voices that had praised him after the first trial had become much more hostile lately and he wasn’t sure why. Was it the same for her? He hopes not - someone like him was bound to screw up somehow, even if he didn’t know it, but he knows Muu didn’t do anything wrong… “Not- not that you should have anything to worry about, but…”











