Matsui doesn't flinch or draw back from the touch, at least. The offer, too, is something he appreciates - but he shakes his head after a second.]
I don't... know that prayer will help.
[What he wants to do is draw blood, to slash and spill and paint the walls and floor and himself in that beautiful, terrible red. He has to try being NORMAL THOUGH, or at least try holding it together enough for Buzen, who's also only barely holding it together.]
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Matsui doesn't flinch or draw back from the touch, at least. The offer, too, is something he appreciates - but he shakes his head after a second.]
I don't... know that prayer will help.
[What he wants to do is draw blood, to slash and spill and paint the walls and floor and himself in that beautiful, terrible red. He has to try being NORMAL THOUGH, or at least try holding it together enough for Buzen, who's also only barely holding it together.]