[Without a word Luna takes a look at the book's entry, his eye scanning through the page with habit that comes natural as someone who's far too used to going through documents and paperwork.
He stops, inhales sharply and reads again from from the start.
From word to word, he reads through it again and again, until the tiniest print and detail burnt into the back of his eye. He recognizes every word and string of sentence; all habits of reading through endless amount of literature and books drained away, it felt like the entry was written in an alien knowledge that he can't seem to figure out. It feels disconnected to the information lodged in his head even when both overlap each other. Both instance makes sense, yet he finds the revelation hard to register as his swallows down the invisible lump that's suddenly in his throat.
Hone onna retain an undying love that persists long after their flesh has rotted away, allowing them to continue to be with the object of their affection despite having died.
Earlier before he said it himself, it's possible for a spirit to be playing them around as they wish. It's not even any kind of exaggeration, it's just how the social pyramid works here. He disagrees with it, but acknowledges completely. He rereads the sentence again just to be sure before moving the next one.
These ghosts appear as they did in life – young, beautiful women in their prime.
What are spirits again besides ogres and beast-like creatures? Humans. Humans who have died with uncertainty or strong emotions in their last moments in life.
He reads through it again until he reaches the very last dot. His chest is pounding, it's likely best he stop rereading the book. He lets out the breath he's been holding, a weak laugh escape as his grip on the book finally loosens.]
.... Everything really had became complicated since we graduated from Hope's Peak Academy, hadn't it?
[Only those unclouded by love or with strong religious faith are able to see through their disguise to their true form: rotting, fetid skeletal corpses returned from the grave.
That doesn't sound like him at all.
If there's anything he's sure of from all of this madness, it's that he's positive he would die first before even realizing she's doing anything.]
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He stops, inhales sharply and reads again from from the start.
From word to word, he reads through it again and again, until the tiniest print and detail burnt into the back of his eye. He recognizes every word and string of sentence; all habits of reading through endless amount of literature and books drained away, it felt like the entry was written in an alien knowledge that he can't seem to figure out. It feels disconnected to the information lodged in his head even when both overlap each other. Both instance makes sense, yet he finds the revelation hard to register as his swallows down the invisible lump that's suddenly in his throat.
Hone onna retain an undying love that persists long after their flesh has rotted away, allowing them to continue to be with the object of their affection despite having died.
Earlier before he said it himself, it's possible for a spirit to be playing them around as they wish. It's not even any kind of exaggeration, it's just how the social pyramid works here. He disagrees with it, but acknowledges completely. He rereads the sentence again just to be sure before moving the next one.
These ghosts appear as they did in life – young, beautiful women in their prime.
What are spirits again besides ogres and beast-like creatures? Humans. Humans who have died with uncertainty or strong emotions in their last moments in life.
He reads through it again until he reaches the very last dot. His chest is pounding, it's likely best he stop rereading the book. He lets out the breath he's been holding, a weak laugh escape as his grip on the book finally loosens.]
.... Everything really had became complicated since we graduated from Hope's Peak Academy, hadn't it?
[Only those unclouded by love or with strong religious faith are able to see through their disguise to their true form: rotting, fetid skeletal corpses returned from the grave.
That doesn't sound like him at all.
If there's anything he's sure of from all of this madness, it's that he's positive he would die first before even realizing she's doing anything.]