[Clarence's reaction to the black blood is not unlike a person who squishes a spider only for that spider to explode into thousands of new spiders. Fresh blood smells savory and delicious, like a medium rare steak, but this abomination smells like an animal that slowly died in a gutter, rotted, came back to life, soiled itself and then started the rotting and dying process all over again.
He recoils with his teeth clenched and his nostrils flared.]
Scarecrow.
[He covers his nose with his hand, looking the undead monstrosity up and down. It's strange, the way his own absence hums in his mind despite having no memories of leaving. He missed Mitsuhide. He doesn't remember going anywhere, and yet he missed him.]
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He recoils with his teeth clenched and his nostrils flared.]
Scarecrow.
[He covers his nose with his hand, looking the undead monstrosity up and down. It's strange, the way his own absence hums in his mind despite having no memories of leaving. He missed Mitsuhide. He doesn't remember going anywhere, and yet he missed him.]
You're looking crazed. As always.