...Atem's eyes were burned out. Boiled where they were, burst, and melted, as he was turned out of the arcade and thrown, blind and oozing blood and pus and in a new, unfamiliar werewolf form, into an unfamiliar part of the city, to limp and whimper and crawl in the thrall of his overwhelming new senses, in the ruins of his spoiled eyes.
They almost hadn't grown back.
But only his werewolf day-form carries the scars Elias left. The red, round fish-eyes in this form are whole, unmarred, in smooth-scaled sockets, and they regard Komaeda with fondness and light as he compares their two forms, holding their arms next to one another.]
You're right...even our patterns.
[The splotches, the uneven lines -- it's jewel-tone instead of pastel, froglike instead of seahorse-like, but they're definitely alike.]
Like parallel evolution...or a creature that needs to disguise itself against the sky, and one that needs to hide on the ground. Or two pieces on opposite sides, from the same chess-set...
[Black stripes and white stripes. Entangled in endless combat, fated to always meet, but always as enemies.
It's kind of romantic. Atem's voice sounds nicer like this, too -- the tone is the same, but there's a richness that wasn't there before, especially as he talks about an idea he thinks is beautiful.
(Part of his psych changes are from betta fish; of course he's into the idea of a fight.)]
cw description of burns, eye scream in meta
...Atem's eyes were burned out. Boiled where they were, burst, and melted, as he was turned out of the arcade and thrown, blind and oozing blood and pus and in a new, unfamiliar werewolf form, into an unfamiliar part of the city, to limp and whimper and crawl in the thrall of his overwhelming new senses, in the ruins of his spoiled eyes.
They almost hadn't grown back.
But only his werewolf day-form carries the scars Elias left. The red, round fish-eyes in this form are whole, unmarred, in smooth-scaled sockets, and they regard Komaeda with fondness and light as he compares their two forms, holding their arms next to one another.]
You're right...even our patterns.
[The splotches, the uneven lines -- it's jewel-tone instead of pastel, froglike instead of seahorse-like, but they're definitely alike.]
Like parallel evolution...or a creature that needs to disguise itself against the sky, and one that needs to hide on the ground. Or two pieces on opposite sides, from the same chess-set...
[Black stripes and white stripes. Entangled in endless combat, fated to always meet, but always as enemies.
It's kind of romantic. Atem's voice sounds nicer like this, too -- the tone is the same, but there's a richness that wasn't there before, especially as he talks about an idea he thinks is beautiful.
(Part of his psych changes are from betta fish; of course he's into the idea of a fight.)]