It's something, at least, and as Sizhui's preparing for another attack, Koro beats him to the punch.
He turns, rolls himself over onto his stomach to see better, his eyes wide with shock at the demon taking the jiangshi into his arms then fleeing. After pushing up onto his elbows, he slowly but surely draws himself further upright, covered in sweat, tears, blood and dirt, looking a little worse for wear, but otherwise mostly unharmed. (‘Mostly’ being the keyword here since his knees are scraped and he's quite shaken up.)
Whatever it is Koro's doing to the other creature, it seems undoubtedly painful, it's almost enough to make Sizhui want to look away, but he can't bring himself to do so. Rather than that, he watches, gawking the whole time, astonishment coming across his face as thick, dark smoke rises from the jiangshi and disappears into the demon, immediately raising questions that he'd like to ask, except his mouth couldn't work even if he wanted it to. The smoke clears, the jiangshi–no, the man–struggles a moment or two more then goes still, drawing a soft, surprised gasp from Sizhui that he instantly covers with both of his hands, like the noise might break the strange scene.
Though he's unsure why, more tears begin streaming down his cheeks at Koro's forlorn cry, prompting him to bury his face into his hands, desperately striving to keep his own sadness contained at such a sight.
Why does it hurt so much? He's never felt this way before during any other night-hunts, so what makes this moment different? Sizhui has no idea, and while he doesn't try fighting it, he does keep himself covered as he's wracked with sobs, waylaid by turbulent guilt.
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He turns, rolls himself over onto his stomach to see better, his eyes wide with shock at the demon taking the jiangshi into his arms then fleeing. After pushing up onto his elbows, he slowly but surely draws himself further upright, covered in sweat, tears, blood and dirt, looking a little worse for wear, but otherwise mostly unharmed. (‘Mostly’ being the keyword here since his knees are scraped and he's quite shaken up.)
Whatever it is Koro's doing to the other creature, it seems undoubtedly painful, it's almost enough to make Sizhui want to look away, but he can't bring himself to do so. Rather than that, he watches, gawking the whole time, astonishment coming across his face as thick, dark smoke rises from the jiangshi and disappears into the demon, immediately raising questions that he'd like to ask, except his mouth couldn't work even if he wanted it to. The smoke clears, the jiangshi–no, the man–struggles a moment or two more then goes still, drawing a soft, surprised gasp from Sizhui that he instantly covers with both of his hands, like the noise might break the strange scene.
Though he's unsure why, more tears begin streaming down his cheeks at Koro's forlorn cry, prompting him to bury his face into his hands, desperately striving to keep his own sadness contained at such a sight.
Why does it hurt so much? He's never felt this way before during any other night-hunts, so what makes this moment different? Sizhui has no idea, and while he doesn't try fighting it, he does keep himself covered as he's wracked with sobs, waylaid by turbulent guilt.