Damian's smile widened, still gentle despite being completely broken inside.
"Can't you see her? She's right there, standing next to the wall. She looks the same as she did before... before they..."
His voice trailed off, pain flickering across his features.
Kuro stared at Damian, then at the empty wall, then back at Damian again, as understanding crashed down with terrible clarity.
'Mad... Stupid human has gone mad!'
The thought emerged with horror, with self-recrimination and with absolute guilt.
'Should have stayed! Should never have left! This Kuro's fault! Stupid Kuro left stupid human alone and now stupid human broken!'
He moved closer, pressing against Damian's hand, his mental voice becoming softer and more careful.
'Stupid human... listen Kuro. You use sick Art again? The one that eat things? The one Kuro hate?'
Damian blinked slowly, his eyes losing focus.
"S-sick Art?"
Fragments of memory surfaced through the chaos.
CRUNCH
