[Luke's attempt at lightening the mood seems to backfire completely. however. Ion winces at the words, one hand clenching against his chest as if he'd been stabbed in the heart.
He can remember it--fighting with Luke. His jagged fangs sinking into the vulnerable flesh of his arm and the blood bursting against his monster tongue. In the moment, it had felt incomprehensibly satisfying.
Now, the sensory memories tasted like guilt and disgust.]
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He can remember it--fighting with Luke. His jagged fangs sinking into the vulnerable flesh of his arm and the blood bursting against his monster tongue. In the moment, it had felt incomprehensibly satisfying.
Now, the sensory memories tasted like guilt and disgust.]
...I'm sorry. That must have been awful.