Megohime’s face dropped, and she looked embarrassed, looking away from Masamune and pulling her hand away from his face. “I thought I was cleaning them well enough, I’m sorry..” She was disgusting, every part of her down to her very soul was just rotting wasn’t it? She hated how she looked, tried hiding it under her bandages and wearing baggy borrowed clothing, but it was hard to deceive the sharp smelling of a ghoul.