And so the battleships will sink beneath the waves
You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same
You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same
Where was Hotaru? Was she somewhere beyond the dripping fangs and sharpened claws and glowing eyes?
Whatever Hotaru said, George didn't hear it. What he heard was garbled, warbling, grating - a cacophony of sounds like nails on a chalkboard, noises that didn't make any logical sense other than to set his nerves on fire. Suddenly nervous, for it had been some time since he'd had to fight anything outside of sparring with friends or, occasionally, reminding the other thieves what he was capable of, he only gripped the daggers more tightly. "Get away," he growled, determination entering his gaze to mingle with the horror that lingered there.
He stalked to one side, his eyes never leaving the creature that he couldn't recognize as Hotaru. He hoped that by circling behind it, he could find Hotaru and get her to safety; as such, he took a deep breath and lunged towards the monster, dagger outstretched, more concerned with moving the monster away from where he thought Hotaru was than killing it.
Cursing my name, wishing I stayed
You turned into your worst fears
You turned into your worst fears
George
