【 ❈ 𝕄𝕌𝕄𝔼𝕀-𝕊𝔸ℕ。】 ᶰᵃᵐᵉᶤᵉ
the cramped space within this bird’s cage was claustrophobic. biba had successfully taken over kongouhaku. the shogun was dead. the liberator imprisoned the survivors. it wasn’t a problem for mumei since she had a smaller build than yukina… she felt bad for her. her legs were huddled into a fetus position with the cold bars touching against the flesh of her arm, in order to create more space for the conductor. the weak dies. the strong survives. ❛i’m sorry about everything… ❜
❝ . . . ❞
█┆❜ ♛; 𝓘t was beyond the engineer of how her musculature would be detrimental to them in such predicament. Whirling discomfort clashed with agitation as Yukina attempted to shift, begrudgingly so, only to loiter within the confines of their shared proximity. It was to no avail, though; justifiable distance remained between the conductor and the kabaneri even within the closeness of their conflicting frames.
Yukina’s oculars balked absently into the hollow ambiance beyond the succession of bars. Her stillness was eerie as she continued to listen on, permitting the young kabaneri to wallow in her dunes of vexation. Granted, it was an alarming gush of peril that ensued the girl’s naivety. But Mumei’s apology encompassed volumes of despair━━ a despondency only magnifying as turmoils clawed onward and the growing chaos continued to drive this wedge.
The conductor entitled a strained silence to steep in the wake of her companion’s wretched monologue; her aloof physiognomy idled in a perturbed state of reigning stoicism. It is difficult to go through this sort of thing with grace. And it is this kind of grieving that naturally comes an element of self-blame.
It is only natural.
Yukina reposed her steady palm upon the crown of the dejected kabaneri.
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❝ Mumei. ❞
❝ Don’t dwell on it. ❞
