Akihime could see in her eyes that she was tired, the kind of tired that would stay with her no matter how long she slept. “It doesn’t matter now.” She muttered softly, not even offering a usual retort; it was genuinely sad, it made Akihime’s chest ache, and her guts twist. Megohime had once been so fiery, a strong and proud Ghoul, that was now reduced to eating any scraps she could get, living in the closet of her human lovers home. She had fallen far and hard, and it was all thanks to humans.