[ kanda can barely remember a time when he was being taught formally—by tiedoll or the people at the lab—and now that he thinks about it, he doesn't want to remember, because those times sucked. ]
I wouldn't be a good one.
[ magic, fine. kanda listens, expression unchanging until she's almost done talking. at that point his eyebrows pull together. ]
no subject
I wouldn't be a good one.
[ magic, fine. kanda listens, expression unchanging until she's almost done talking. at that point his eyebrows pull together. ]
Sacrifice? What kind?