"...................."
That guy was accusing her?
...
Really?
That guy?
Shiki was in the canteen when Hank's announcement hit, seated in the corner with her back facing the door, keeping to herself for the most part and picking at a bowl of soggy cereal with disinterest. Her reaction to being called a traitor wasn't quite as volatile as one would expect; she just paused her eating with the spoon halfway to her mouth, eyebrow slightly raised and gaze inclined upwards while she listened to the message all the way through.
Then, when it was over, she snorted and went back to eating.
There'd be people coming for her soon. She at least wanted to finish her corn flakes.
When they inevitably came, she addressed them without turning around, stirring her cereal around using her spoon as she sat with her elbow on the table, propping up her head and looking disinterested.
"Heh. If you're thinking about "wrestling me to the ground", like that idiot said, I don't really recommend it. It would be extremely painful."
She paused, tapping her spoon against the bowl with a light
ding.
"For you."
She indulged herself with a slight, cocky smirk, still not turning around to face any of them.
"Tch... he's caught me in a catch 22, the jerk. I need to make my case to prove my innocence, but if I make my case I'll just appear defensive and suspicious, further muddling my innocence... I guess it's a good thing I'm too lazy to do any of that, then, right?"
That was punctuated by an ironic, throaty chuckle. Then she shrugged, running an unconcerned hand through her hair.
"Whatever. I'm a killer-- there's no question about it. I could easily be the traitor, knowing or not. I'm a murderer and a misanthrope; no matter where I am, I'll always want to kill... for me, it is both an addiction and a basic need. I can go a while without feeding a habit, but there's only so long a human can go without breathing. They are the same for me. Without either, Shiki stops existing. I've been able to suppress my urges for a long time, but I've always known I'd kill someone for no reason one day... I... I accept my fate as a murderer. You'd all be safer if I was locked up. Bind my limbs. Seal my eyes. Imprison me, and throw the key away. Put me in the deepest, darkest hole you can think of, where I'll never see the light of day again... down with the rest of the corpses. It's the only way you'll ever be safe."
She paused, taking a deep breath.
"Unless you just kill me..."
There was an almost suggestive tinge to the end of her statement, but it seemed like she was done talking for now... if there was even anyone around. It was highly possible she just got through delivering a long-winded monologue to her corn flakes.
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