[She wouldn't be able to explain her magic, even if Kei willed it. She wouldn't dare either way. There are no words to describe the sensation she'd just experienced: as if her entire body had turned into a straw, drawing in the essence of another until she'd felt drunk and lightheaded from the feast. Elated, in fact, at feeling herself live as another died, a life snuffed out with the ease of crushing it beneath her heel.
Too much like the monster in her dreams.
The hand pressed against her mouth comes down slowly, but only when she thinks she's mastered the urge to vomit at her feet. Kei's next to her, after all - praising her for a job well done - and Sakura doesn't care if it's a lie, that he couldn't possibly understand how inaccurate some of his statements are.
It's praise, and so she takes it with the same selfishness that urged her to shoot the arrow. Sakura feels herself nod.]
I-I'm glad you're okay...
[Starting off with the truth. The first balm to ease the grief and horror. Yes, she's glad for this... it's okay to be glad.]
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Too much like the monster in her dreams.
The hand pressed against her mouth comes down slowly, but only when she thinks she's mastered the urge to vomit at her feet. Kei's next to her, after all - praising her for a job well done - and Sakura doesn't care if it's a lie, that he couldn't possibly understand how inaccurate some of his statements are.
It's praise, and so she takes it with the same selfishness that urged her to shoot the arrow. Sakura feels herself nod.]
I-I'm glad you're okay...
[Starting off with the truth. The first balm to ease the grief and horror. Yes, she's glad for this... it's okay to be glad.]
But... I don't know what I did...