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[hellboundheart]

Carrots, broccoli, celery. Lettuce if you put sugary sprinkles on it. Green ones.

[Couldn't just be a normal rabbit, could he? Hopping a step or two over, he puts a paw on her foot, head tilted to look up to her. A nose wriggle and the bunny shakes his head.]

He likes you, but everyone he loves or likes dies because of him. They die in agony, hating him for what he brings with him. Including me. But he's left alive, to go on.

[The rabbit pats her foot as if to give comfort.] He kills what he loves. Doesn't mean to, but he does. The ghosts are always with him. Standing around, staring at him. Don't take it personally.

[couldkillthedevil]

Noted.

[ The soft touch at her foot has her glancing back down at Mange. Was she seriously being comforted by a rabbit? Or a person who somehow got turned into a rabbit, she suspects. This whole thing is bizarre.

She moves to take a seat on the edge of the bed so she's not towering over him. ]

Yeah, he was pretty clear about that whole thing. I don't know what's happened to him, but it's really... taken its toll on him. I just wish there was — I don't know. Something I could do. Even the Devil has friends.

[hellboundheart]

[The rabbit looks up to her sadly, resting its head against her shin in the best it can do for an embrace or comfort.]

There's nothing you can do. He's beyond help.

[Those small bunny paws try to hold her hand, earnest pink eyes staring up into hers.]

Don't give him something else to lose. Be his friend from a distance. A safe distance. That's the best you can do.