[ It should come as no surprise that Yako doesn’t laugh at that, though her lips do quirk a little at the question that follows. ]
I suppose it’s a good thing. Yes, they died a few years ago. [ Feeling unhappy that Henry speaks so lightly about killing people is more just from thinking that’s not something anyone should do rather than relating to Sai, thought. There’s a hint of sadness in her voice, but she gestures at the leaves, its images reconfigured to show a scene she recalls from her own memories. ]
This is ... the first time I met them.
[ Theres a tableau of something out of the denouement of a detective story — former suspects and police officers gathered around the living room, including a much younger Yako in her school uniform — but all of that is irrelevant. Everyone’s attention is on the half-transformed human figure casually ripping off dog ears from their own head while their lower body remains a dog’s, like they had forgotten how to transform halfway through. They’re much more interested in the immobile, blue-suited body laying in the rubble on the ground, wondering out loud about what damage a point-blank hit with a shotgun might’ve done. When no response seems forthcoming, they frown like a disappointed child.
"These aren’t the insides I was hoping to see," they declare, raising the shotgun in their hand and taking aim. The wind murmurs Yako’s emotions in that moment: helpless, terrified, worried —before a series of shots ring out and Sai crashes to the ground, more surprised than in pain. Henry can see it as clear as day as anyone in that room can — although they look injured, they’re already beginning to heal. The police officer who took the shot shouts for everyone to stay back, but one of the other civilians in the room makes the mistake of getting too close.
Moving with inhuman speed, Sai uncoils from the floor and smashes his head right into the wall, the impact of his skull splitting leaving a blood spatter that extends halfway to the ceiling. In the present, Yako winces. ]
spoilers for chapter 57 of her canon onward ... also sorry for poor scanlation dialog @@;
I suppose it’s a good thing. Yes, they died a few years ago. [ Feeling unhappy that Henry speaks so lightly about killing people is more just from thinking that’s not something anyone should do rather than relating to Sai, thought. There’s a hint of sadness in her voice, but she gestures at the leaves, its images reconfigured to show a scene she recalls from her own memories. ]
This is ... the first time I met them.
[ Theres a tableau of something out of the denouement of a detective story — former suspects and police officers gathered around the living room, including a much younger Yako in her school uniform — but all of that is irrelevant. Everyone’s attention is on the half-transformed human figure casually ripping off dog ears from their own head while their lower body remains a dog’s, like they had forgotten how to transform halfway through. They’re much more interested in the immobile, blue-suited body laying in the rubble on the ground, wondering out loud about what damage a point-blank hit with a shotgun might’ve done. When no response seems forthcoming, they frown like a disappointed child.
"These aren’t the insides I was hoping to see," they declare, raising the shotgun in their hand and taking aim. The wind murmurs Yako’s emotions in that moment: helpless, terrified, worried —before a series of shots ring out and Sai crashes to the ground, more surprised than in pain. Henry can see it as clear as day as anyone in that room can — although they look injured, they’re already beginning to heal. The police officer who took the shot shouts for everyone to stay back, but one of the other civilians in the room makes the mistake of getting too close.
Moving with inhuman speed, Sai uncoils from the floor and smashes his head right into the wall, the impact of his skull splitting leaving a blood spatter that extends halfway to the ceiling. In the present, Yako winces. ]
I’d almost forgotten about that...