[ It's not a neat process, not really, and the worst part might be the fact that because she's a soul, she can't pass out from the pain, not exactly. Why was she asleep to begin with, well--he had to awaken her, to make sure the disconnect was properly done. It takes a little while.
Somehow, he can barely recall the vaguest notion of once thinking silverware was important, that mannerisms were so, so very meaningful--
He's not the tidiest eater. Oh, sure, tidier than his partner in crime, but strange pink and white liquid and glass-like fragments seem to scatter around them as he rips more pieces off of her, and it becomes obvious what actually is left making her up, bright brilliant lights and all. The only kindness that might be said to be there might, perhaps, be that he isn't being overly drawn-out about it anymore, at least, that he seems to not be taking too much time between bites.
... The reason he'd laid her on the bed is probably obvious now, because eventually, she'd have no way to keep upright anyway, and it's an easier way for him tear her apart, without having be on the ground. She reminds him of, distantly, what he recalls human sugar tasting like, he thinks. Something like that. It's not a bad flavor, but her fear and anguish definitely improves her as time goes on, he decides. His teeth and face are a mess, but he doesn't care--he's not a person anymore, after all, and that's just how it is.
... When he's done with her arms, he'll just have to work on her legs. She's a petite girl in body, but her soul is hardier than it'd seemed.
The screaming will leave his ears ringing for awhile, but after a point, you eventually just figure you tune it out. ]
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Somehow, he can barely recall the vaguest notion of once thinking silverware was important, that mannerisms were so, so very meaningful--
He's not the tidiest eater. Oh, sure, tidier than his partner in crime, but strange pink and white liquid and glass-like fragments seem to scatter around them as he rips more pieces off of her, and it becomes obvious what actually is left making her up, bright brilliant lights and all. The only kindness that might be said to be there might, perhaps, be that he isn't being overly drawn-out about it anymore, at least, that he seems to not be taking too much time between bites.
... The reason he'd laid her on the bed is probably obvious now, because eventually, she'd have no way to keep upright anyway, and it's an easier way for him tear her apart, without having be on the ground. She reminds him of, distantly, what he recalls human sugar tasting like, he thinks. Something like that. It's not a bad flavor, but her fear and anguish definitely improves her as time goes on, he decides. His teeth and face are a mess, but he doesn't care--he's not a person anymore, after all, and that's just how it is.
... When he's done with her arms, he'll just have to work on her legs. She's a petite girl in body, but her soul is hardier than it'd seemed.
The screaming will leave his ears ringing for awhile, but after a point, you eventually just figure you tune it out. ]