Blackfeather Woods One goes to the morgue and the other to jail

His face felt tight where the shadow girl's teeth had raked through the flesh, and he only noticed this when he idly tried to lick his dry lips. The taste of sour blood was overwhelming and the texture of it - mixed with blood and some leaf litter - made him want to gag and spit, but the boy's mouth was dry. At least his face didn't hurt like the rest of him. It felt as if he'd fallen down a cliff, or been dragged by an angry stag, or something - not that he had any experience with either event. Every inch of him hurt but nothing more-so than his leg, and as it seemed to scream at him ceaselessly, everything else sort of.. Fell away.

But he could hear her. That voice slipped out of nowhere, out of the dark, and he was startled enough to turn sharply and regard those same green eyes that had fooled him. He saw those eyes and froze, clenching his teeth against the fresh wave of pain that shot up his leg and rolled his stomach; then as the rabbit came in to focus (dead, bloody, fresh,) a spasm pulled red bile from his belly. One would never notice the dark patch of soil before Titmouse - it sank away quickly through the dirt - but the scent was clear enough.

As everything calmed again, the girl's apology finally registered in his head. He watched her in his periphery for a second longer, refusing to give in to the nausea, the pain of his injury, or even the fear of this unknowable entity within the dark cave - and he responded with a sharp, Fuck you. She could take her apology and her rabbit and shove it where the sun don't shine.