“You look like shit.”
He knows it. The rabbit hadn’t felt this terrible in a long time - He was surprised he hadn’t transformed yet, from being so run down. But what made him feel worse - much worse - was hearing that voice say those words.
He didn’t want company anymore.
“I know,” Momiji spoke, sitting himself up. He’d just resorted to lying in bed and feeling sorry for himself, because anything besides that was a chore. “I’m sorry.”











