Everyone’s an outcast in their own way, my dear. Look at me, I’m a criminal mastermind with morals. Crazy things right there. But in the end, I could give less of a damn if you’re headless or anything like that. You’re my friend. You look fine to me no matter what anyone says. That’s cause you’re special in my little black heart.
Staring back at the man with non-existent eyes, she felt empty inside. She could never truly feel ‘normal’ and this is what made her sad. She honestly felt flattered when Andre said she was special. She stared down at her leather-gloved hands and slowly slipped each of the gloves off, stuffing them in her pocket, just to let her hands breathe.
“It’s just…not the same. You’ll scream.”
Wanna see me rip my arm off and wait for it to grow back? Cause I can do that now. Way worse than what you’re thinking. -laughs- Trust me, I won’t scream. -smiles sincerely at her-
The Dullahan nodded her helmet negatively, not wanting to watch the man do such an action even if it did grow back. She tipped her helmet to the side and gazed at him for a moment before typing on her cellphone:
“You have the power to heal immediatley? As do I. It’s nice to see that I share that ability with someone.”She flashed the screen in his direction. Returning her cellphone back to her view, she hesitantly typed once more.
“You really want me to take it off? I just…feel so different without it.”
T’ me you’re still the same Celty. Just without a kitty helmet. So no worries.
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