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There was it again, the feeling of a thousand little bugs crawling up and down every inch of their body. Stomping, sticking onto their skin. Some frantically piercing and entering their veins, becoming one with the blood running inside their body, keeping it alive and moving.
Sigma was forced to stand still and feel every single thing touching them, or rather what it felt like to be touched by a thousand ghostly hands they could do nothing about.
The worst part of it all was Dazai's smile. His knowing smile, because he knew. He always knew.
For once Sigma wished he didn't.