[She barely has time for relief that the acid has stopped when every muscle is locked in place, her lips parting as the memory takes over. She doesn't fully understand, but maybe she doesn't need to, the feeling of rending, tearing, biting something she'd been overwhelmed with once before -- by Thanatos, actually.
Maybe it's that selfsame recognition that, though it leaves her frozen in place, drags a ghastly, enraged shriek from the lipless jaws of Death, one that echoes as loudly as the squealing metal. Without Kotone's will, he crouches over her, coffin-like shields enveloping her as if that could somehow protect her from any falling debris. Never mind that any damage Thanatos takes is of course transferred to her mentally -- her mind should be strong enough to withstand what her body wouldn't.]
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Maybe it's that selfsame recognition that, though it leaves her frozen in place, drags a ghastly, enraged shriek from the lipless jaws of Death, one that echoes as loudly as the squealing metal. Without Kotone's will, he crouches over her, coffin-like shields enveloping her as if that could somehow protect her from any falling debris. Never mind that any damage Thanatos takes is of course transferred to her mentally -- her mind should be strong enough to withstand what her body wouldn't.]