15S R7 Week 2 Friday // Chainsaw Man Manga Spoilers

[yesorwoof]

[Makima comes back down to E Deck, walks right up to Kaito, and tugs down on his sleeve, her posture exaggerating their height difference. She leans in and whispers,]

I need you.

[Without saying anything else, she makes to lead him by the hand towards her bedroom.]

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[unpossibilities]

[She's shorter than him, but she sure knows how to assert her authority. Kaito nods.]

Y--Yeah, of course I do! You're one of my friends here!

[yesorwoof]

[He's not even scared. How reassuring.]

Good. Because what I am about to tell you is of paramount importance to you, me, and everyone else on this ship.

[She really wishes that she had any idea how to make this effectively human body cry. With the investigation swarming in the kitchen, it isn't as if she could grab and cut onions. She settles for a seven second silence in which her smile becomes small and thin, like she just barely has the strength to speak civilly. Bleeding so much was good practice for that.]

Power-chan was my comrade too. Even before we were brought here.

[unpossibilities]

...Power was?

[Well, that's...that's bad. Power--he's still wondering how someone got so daring as to kill her when spiritually, she kind of reminded him of the Tazmanian Devil. She was a force of pure strength and chaos.

Beside the point.]

I'm...I'm sorry. I don't know if I can do anything to help, but...I know how it feels to lose friends in this kind of situation, at least...

[yesorwoof]

[Makima gives a little nod, "Power was".]

Your childhood friend you left behind when you ran away from the yakuza...?

[He really is dancing on the line of admitting the "previous murdergame" thing that the doll said, though such a phrase technically applied to at least Akane as well.]

Thank you for simply being with me. It's far from the first time I've seen casualties, but this particular incident is completely senseless. It's hard to believe I couldn't have done more to prevent it...

[She sighs, like Kaito is taking the weight off her shoulders. Her hand comes down from the wall too.]