[Vanitas looks up at Euri at that comment, an odd expression on his face. Should he tell her... what he's thinking?
Pursing his lips, his gaze drifts back to the goat, hand still petting her lightly.]
It's not that. She's still afraid of me. [His hand comes to rest over her ribs, feeling her heartbeat. It's fast, though not quite as frantic as the rabbit's had been.]
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Pursing his lips, his gaze drifts back to the goat, hand still petting her lightly.]
It's not that. She's still afraid of me. [His hand comes to rest over her ribs, feeling her heartbeat. It's fast, though not quite as frantic as the rabbit's had been.]
She's calm because she's ready to die.