The scar on his arm is faded and small, but Enju finds it without hesitation and touches the tip of her finger to it.
"Do you remember this?" she asks him.
From the softness in her eyes, he guesses it's another childhood memory for her. Another adventure she and the other Kuroyuki shared, something he doesn't remember any more.
"It doesn't really matter, does it?" he asks. "It was a long time ago."
Her face falls, and Kuroyuki looks away. He wants nothing more than to tear the skin off of his arm until every trace of the scar disappears; he hates this so much: the world, himself, everything.
Even his body has more memories of Enju than he does.
Nightshade, Enju/Kuroyuki, cw: thoughts of self-harm
"Do you remember this?" she asks him.
From the softness in her eyes, he guesses it's another childhood memory for her. Another adventure she and the other Kuroyuki shared, something he doesn't remember any more.
"It doesn't really matter, does it?" he asks. "It was a long time ago."
Her face falls, and Kuroyuki looks away. He wants nothing more than to tear the skin off of his arm until every trace of the scar disappears; he hates this so much: the world, himself, everything.
Even his body has more memories of Enju than he does.