[The blade strike deep into the heart, and the swan lets out a strangled honk before dissolving into ink that filters through the water like blood.
Kotori's still swimming, but she looks around at the cry... and then has to look away again, flinching at the sight of something getting cut, even if it's just a shadow of a living being made of ink.]
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Kotori's still swimming, but she looks around at the cry... and then has to look away again, flinching at the sight of something getting cut, even if it's just a shadow of a living being made of ink.]