MK had set up the whole shebang for you, TV turned on to your favorite television series, no matter how weird you thought it might’ve been. He had all these comfortable pillows and blankets he yanked out of his closet, albeit a bit dusty.

But you just looked so sad, not that you even seemed to really notice it—you were kind of just staring off into space right now, unable to concentrate on the TV.

All you could think about was her, The Lady Bone Demon—what she forced you to do, how she practically contorted your limbs and joints like some sadistic puppeteer, torturing their puppet for an audience made entirely for themself. Parts of your body had turned a nasty hue from the ice-inflicted pain she put you through, it looked as though you had permanent frost bite scars.

You could barely feel in those spots, your nerves were damaged beyond repair.

Your body was constantly cold, it was as if your brain couldn’t fathom anything but freezing temperatures after LBD’s wrath. By now you had tried to convince yourself that you were used to it… but you weren’t and you knew it, and it seemed most others did, too. Knowing what you did similarly made you cold emotionally, as well, you snapped at your friends, your family—you tried to drive them away as if your actions the bone demon forced you to commit made you dirty, made you evil.

MK looked over at you, mouth open just as if he was about to speak, but it closed, and he frowned. You weren’t enjoying this at all, he could’ve sworn he thought this would work, then again… he’s not the brightest is he. A sigh left his nostrils before he ended up reaching over, hesitantly at first, but his hand soon landed atop your shoulder.

This action seemed to bring you out of whatever you had been in, you had turned to him, almost immediately yanking your shoulder away. How could you deserve comfort after what you had done to him, after what you did to his friends, to the people of this city that he was supposed to save. You were a murderer and you knew it.