SUBJECT: a returning muse starter !
CONCERNING: nanno
the world LOVED balance. and for humanity they'd help to take girls, oh, darling girls with a heart for fairness, for goodness, an eye for what doesn't work out well - and those girls who'd lived like that with even the slightest wickedness within their hearts would be caught within a cruel sort of game. and hey. to each agent of balance they would all have their own means, their own path to it, but...
nanno always seemed impossible in her attempts to tear and dig into other souls. "you do pick ones deserving~" alice tells her once when examining the GRIM output of her work, her tongue tracing careful along her lower lip before a smile spurts. "and you do give them a chance to be better and stop denying the truth of their hearts, but..."
her head tilts as she examines the grave in front of them, piled high with her newest victims! they've really done the work to put themselves there, of course, but still. she grimaces, slightly. "i wonder if TIME would have helped~ they don't have the benefit of forever, like we do."
but it doesn't make her compatriot in this any better! to live, to die, to be reborn, with purpose, with candor! but she can see the moment when something shifts, smeared over with a red so deep it felt like the blood they so often watched bubble right up. her lips turning into a frown, concerned. they're never really meant to be in similar places ( exchange students only carry so much of a practical excuse ), but... a hand settles at her arm, blinking back at her, without a glance needed to check for if they had company. "something's NOT RIGHT." her voice dragged slow. "... but you already knew that, didn't you?"
★— ATTN: @kahrma ( i forgot we wrote them like 3 years ago lol )
