[The image is endearing endearing enough that, in spite of her malaise, Saki laughs softly and teases affectionately as he turns.]
i'm not an ugly duckling, am I?
[She means it in jest, of course, but when she raises her arms and finally catches the state of her hand she goes rigid with shock. It's too far removed from reality that she doesn't even scream; she stares at her hand in silent, wide-eyed horror - wondering, hoping, this isn't real as the face of the sick looking child from earlier leers at her from inside her head.]
Ma... Masaomi....
[She hasn't lapsed into hysteria yet. Still stuck on disbelief, she gives her diseased hand a light brush with her fingers. The skin sloughs off in thick peels of necrotized flesh and muscle. And now? Now is when she screams.]
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i'm not an ugly duckling, am I?
[She means it in jest, of course, but when she raises her arms and finally catches the state of her hand she goes rigid with shock. It's too far removed from reality that she doesn't even scream; she stares at her hand in silent, wide-eyed horror - wondering, hoping, this isn't real as the face of the sick looking child from earlier leers at her from inside her head.]
Ma... Masaomi....
[She hasn't lapsed into hysteria yet. Still stuck on disbelief, she gives her diseased hand a light brush with her fingers. The skin sloughs off in thick peels of necrotized flesh and muscle. And now? Now is when she screams.]