[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; color;"]Where she came from, those afflicted with sickness were better off dead.
Anything worse than a common cold was treated with such an inhumane level of disinterest and even mockery that the patient often succumbed to their own death alone. Agathe had been lucky to never come down with much of anything, though she had seen "friends" wilt away under the affects of a particularly nasty virus one winter. She didn't like to think about them, think about any named facet of her past. So she merely honed in on the sound of rasping coughs, a flare of panic blooming in her chest as she wondered if Clementine was okay. Goddess above, she was going soft, wasn't she?
Agathe couldn't help but sigh in relief as her hurried steps brought her towards Oni, not Clem. Was it wrong of her to delight in his suffering when it was so clearly not Clem's? Probably, but she didn't care. Instead, Agathe fixed her attention on the flowers with mild curiosity, a brow rising ever so slightly at them. She'd seen people hack up blood and other questionable substances but flowers were certainly a first... and pretty unnatural too. "Choke on a daisy?" She finally mused, the makings of a cruel smile toying at the corners of her lips, "If you need someone to pat your back until you can cough the petals, don't hesitate to ask." That didn't exactly explain why the petals were stained with Oni's blood, but a part of her didn't care to ask.
Or maybe, didn't want to know.
Anything worse than a common cold was treated with such an inhumane level of disinterest and even mockery that the patient often succumbed to their own death alone. Agathe had been lucky to never come down with much of anything, though she had seen "friends" wilt away under the affects of a particularly nasty virus one winter. She didn't like to think about them, think about any named facet of her past. So she merely honed in on the sound of rasping coughs, a flare of panic blooming in her chest as she wondered if Clementine was okay. Goddess above, she was going soft, wasn't she?
Agathe couldn't help but sigh in relief as her hurried steps brought her towards Oni, not Clem. Was it wrong of her to delight in his suffering when it was so clearly not Clem's? Probably, but she didn't care. Instead, Agathe fixed her attention on the flowers with mild curiosity, a brow rising ever so slightly at them. She'd seen people hack up blood and other questionable substances but flowers were certainly a first... and pretty unnatural too. "Choke on a daisy?" She finally mused, the makings of a cruel smile toying at the corners of her lips, "If you need someone to pat your back until you can cough the petals, don't hesitate to ask." That didn't exactly explain why the petals were stained with Oni's blood, but a part of her didn't care to ask.
Or maybe, didn't want to know.
[font=arial][color=#510205][size=16pt]WATCH IT [i]GROW[/i], CHILD OF WAR
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