[ He is, at least, as fast as he can be with her. It feels somehow vaguely disrespectful not to be, when she has been so kind as to provide him such an opportunity. To drop one right into his lap, worry and hassle-free.
He realizes quickly what parts of her soul he wants nothing to do with, as he progresses. It's fine. And, like most of the meals he's eaten, he can feel much about her afterwards. He learns what she's like. Feels it, even. Tastes it, in an ironic fashion. It doesn't just rot or die, but is repurposed, to empower him, now, instead.
A good child... who never lied. A resident of Mitakihara.
A girl with a heavy burden, something encasing her soul he could not lift but decided to gently eat around. Like bones on a plate. It's fine. Then, the first things his victims always lose are memories. The last things to go... sensations. Touch. Taste. Smell. Hearing. Voice. If souls bled, he'd be covered in blood and so would this area, at this point. Instead, he's just coated in a strange mixture of light, tinted pink by her energies. Not much left. Just a little bit. Almost done. Then he thinks he'll leave whatever is left behind for the one in charge of such things here. ]
Sweet Dreams, Madoka Kaname.
[ The least he can do is use her real name, this final time. It only feels right. ]
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He realizes quickly what parts of her soul he wants nothing to do with, as he progresses. It's fine. And, like most of the meals he's eaten, he can feel much about her afterwards. He learns what she's like. Feels it, even. Tastes it, in an ironic fashion. It doesn't just rot or die, but is repurposed, to empower him, now, instead.
A good child... who never lied. A resident of Mitakihara.
A girl with a heavy burden, something encasing her soul he could not lift but decided to gently eat around. Like bones on a plate. It's fine. Then, the first things his victims always lose are memories. The last things to go... sensations. Touch. Taste. Smell. Hearing. Voice. If souls bled, he'd be covered in blood and so would this area, at this point. Instead, he's just coated in a strange mixture of light, tinted pink by her energies. Not much left. Just a little bit. Almost done. Then he thinks he'll leave whatever is left behind for the one in charge of such things here. ]
Sweet Dreams, Madoka Kaname.
[ The least he can do is use her real name, this final time. It only feels right. ]