[Murasa doesn't even notice the blood passing through Seiga, gazing up at her face rather than her feet with a sort of glassy look in her eyes. for a moment she's reminded of another woman who had descended to her and reached out like that, and Murasa slightly leans into Seiga's touch without even thinking twice about it. it had been Hell down here. well, literally, yes, but almost every day had been a trial of endurance. being forced into the pool of boiling blood had been the worst by far.
whether or not this woman is an enemy doesn't matter for the moment. Murasa's too exhausted to care.]
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whether or not this woman is an enemy doesn't matter for the moment. Murasa's too exhausted to care.]
... The sun doesn't reach down here.
[well, duh.]