[Kondo's head yanks free with a visceral sort of tearing sound, like wet paper. The flies scatter at the absence of one of the heads they'd been clustered around, only to buzz and zip to the ones left, gathering there instead. An ugly and humiliating display for the people here. One last way to strip them of their humanity.
Of course, even though he's ignoring her, that same voice calls out again.]
"Sieg..." [The voice is soft in its sweetness and sorrowful in its weight, like someone standing on the shoreline and watching a loved one set sail for the very last time, knowing there's nothing to be done for it.] "...Please don't leave me here."
[In the time it's taken Sieghart to free Kondo's head, those bobbing and weaving lights seem to have gotten even closer - close enough that he'll be able to tell they are, in fact, lanterns being held by two people.]
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Of course, even though he's ignoring her, that same voice calls out again.]
"Sieg..." [The voice is soft in its sweetness and sorrowful in its weight, like someone standing on the shoreline and watching a loved one set sail for the very last time, knowing there's nothing to be done for it.] "...Please don't leave me here."
[In the time it's taken Sieghart to free Kondo's head, those bobbing and weaving lights seem to have gotten even closer - close enough that he'll be able to tell they are, in fact, lanterns being held by two people.]