[So, when Elda said she looked ninety, Shuji sort of assumed that was exaggeration from a woman who normally looks very good for her age and that she looked worse than normal but not... like this.
Well.]
Elda!
[He hurries to kneel beside her, barely remembering to flick off the lightswitch before he does so.]
What happened? How can I help you? I-I'm sorry I should've picked up blood from somewhere-
[Since he has none of his own to offer, which is clearly the worst part of having ink for blood.]
no subject
Well.]
Elda!
[He hurries to kneel beside her, barely remembering to flick off the lightswitch before he does so.]
What happened? How can I help you? I-I'm sorry I should've picked up blood from somewhere-
[Since he has none of his own to offer, which is clearly the worst part of having ink for blood.]