Haunted Wood but I can’t pretend

growing up under these circumstances made famine more mature than most his age, but it didn't make him any less inexperienced. he was still shocked to see vanity bleeding, and even more shocked upon realizing that it was him who'd done it. 

oh, man, he whined, ears falling flush with his skull, i'm so sorry, vanity. she didn't seem upset, but that alone was unsettling; he'd hurt her.. didn't that deserve some punishment? her assurance that he hadn't hurt her "too bad" didn't mean much. 

famine walked closer to the wound, as close as vanity would allow, and tried to get a clearer look. are you okay? he asked. oh, man.