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A heart. It's a vile organ beating in a flesh clump, in a barrel for fermenting the luxuries of humanity's highest—it's an oddment of Kagewaki's property, the same as his flesh. Borrowed or stolen, the lines blur in these times. It matters not where new life brews, if it, if she even counts as that.
But she's decided to be a someone, to harbor soul. A head forms, eyes for viewing the pulse and horror, grey. Skin, for sensing the venom burn of miasma. A nose, for inhaling every bit of rot that permeates. Neck. Torso. Wet feet.
Kagura.
