She ends up on a heap at her feet, hands thrust to the floor in front of her as she tries to gather her breath. The blue liquid continues to sluice down her back, and it's bitterly cold and thick, and a bit too reminiscent of blood, temperature aside.
She looks up, and -
...
Oh. Hi, Okuni. :( ]
I am not sure that qualifies as helping, but if it truly was the secret to my freedom, you have my gratitude.
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She ends up on a heap at her feet, hands thrust to the floor in front of her as she tries to gather her breath. The blue liquid continues to sluice down her back, and it's bitterly cold and thick, and a bit too reminiscent of blood, temperature aside.
She looks up, and -
...
Oh. Hi, Okuni. :( ]
I am not sure that qualifies as helping, but if it truly was the secret to my freedom, you have my gratitude.