[He may as well be a ghoul already. It's taking all of his effort to keep himself down, but there's a rage inside him that's unlike the hatred he's felt even for his worst enemies, a blinding emotion that drowns out his reason entirely. He lets out a beastly roar, his body writhing as he struggles to keep his arms from grabbing at her. Then he bows down until his forehead touches the floor, racked with sobs. He doesn't want to hurt her - but why won't she take pity on him?]
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