*just as pitou is putting together the pieces, they start falling into place in his own head. if they can think of themselves as the embodiments of their own "toxicity," it's no wonder they wanted to bite each other's heads off. he curls and uncurls his fists at his sides, watching the slime between his fingers stretch and break and rejoin again.*

my... bitterness. the jealousy that makes me... hate you.

*now that he's dwelling on it, he realizes he can't feel anything else at all.*