oh no

Dirk had no fear plunging his blade through this bitch a second time, not even this close to Ranboo. His acts of violence are a practised, controlled art--but there is nothing especially controlled about the way he rips his katana back out of the wall after her new final breath, dropping her to the floor like so much cement.

There is, in fact, a spatter of blood from the force of it, which hits Ranboo in the face and the wall behind Dirk, leaving bright, wet flecks of red on both.

The instant Ranboo makes a sound, he looks at them.

Then actual words come out, and he opens his mouth. Closes it. Speaks.

He's still dizzy from the rush of how the fuck and what the fuck just happened and fuck, fuck and Ranboo telling him what to do in such an indirect way is perfectly clear, but the steps involved are a mess.

Much like the scene itself, now.

"Her brain. So, you--or I. What, I cut off her--? Fuck. Not here. Bathroom. Now. Hurry." He doesn't wait for an answer, and this time he grabs her much more roughly, without dropping his sword in the process.

Now that he knows he's still going to need it.