[ That's right, she's disgusting. Repulsive. Humans may think that what they've done is beautiful, but humans are naturally disgusting. Their tastes aren't worth shit.
He wants to tear it all down. Like back then, when he destroyed Britain, when he tried to destroy Proper Human History. A visceral rage boils up inside him and makes him want to tear it to shreds and defile it.
Like what he's doing right now.
He looks up at her again, her face flushed, her lips puffed up and bloody, her hair hanging over and around them like a curtain. He finds himself breathing just as hard as she is.
Ah. He thinks, unable to look away. Humans have no taste after all, do they? ]
...it's more than enough, Ai.
[ He lies. He lies to her as he always does, gripping her with hands that have begun to regain their substance... ]
Don't stop.
[ ...and this time, he's the one initiating, suddenly pulling her down with his renewed strength and forcing his lips onto hers once more. He bites gently at her lips, not breaking skin, but renewing the flow of blood.
There they are, laying in the aftermath of a battle, crashing their lips together in a bloodstained kiss. It must be painful, it can't not be... but that's fine. Neither of them can allow things to go further, but even so... that won't stop him from marking and tarnishing humanity's precious little idol himself. ]
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He wants to tear it all down. Like back then, when he destroyed Britain, when he tried to destroy Proper Human History. A visceral rage boils up inside him and makes him want to tear it to shreds and defile it.
Like what he's doing right now.
He looks up at her again, her face flushed, her lips puffed up and bloody, her hair hanging over and around them like a curtain. He finds himself breathing just as hard as she is.
Ah. He thinks, unable to look away. Humans have no taste after all, do they? ]
...it's more than enough, Ai.
[ He lies. He lies to her as he always does, gripping her with hands that have begun to regain their substance... ]
Don't stop.
[ ...and this time, he's the one initiating, suddenly pulling her down with his renewed strength and forcing his lips onto hers once more. He bites gently at her lips, not breaking skin, but renewing the flow of blood.
There they are, laying in the aftermath of a battle, crashing their lips together in a bloodstained kiss. It must be painful, it can't not be... but that's fine. Neither of them can allow things to go further, but even so... that won't stop him from marking and tarnishing humanity's precious little idol himself. ]