[PQ] underground, the stars are legend

"Honnnnnest?" The Prince whimpers, drawing farther back into the darkness as if Seiji's words were lashes upon its spine. It seems pleased in a delayed sense that they have accepted its advice, but the soft-voiced-mans criticisms are deeply wounding. When your skin is naught but a gelatinous husk, even the softest barbs can be piercing.