Chapter 129: Chapter 127: Family violence

Hineni stands there, looking around himself, as the scene shifts one more time.

 

“I waited a long time to show you this,” says a voice from behind him. “I waited a long time to tell you this.” A hand places itself on his shoulder. “Hi~ ne~ ni~ hi~,” croaks the voice of the big-frog.

 

Hineni turns his head around, looking at her sickly pale face and deep, emerald eyes. “What a crock of shit,” replies the man. He grabs her wrist, wrenching it off of himself.

 

— Her prosthetic arm detaches at the elbow, and he stands there, holding onto it.

 

The man looks at it for a moment, processing, and then tosses it down to the ground. It clatters against the floor, rattling away. “Look. I don’t care what you’re selling me. We’ve been through this song and dance already,” he says. “I’m giving you one chance to cut the crap,” he says, walking up to the big-frog, Nekyia, and grabbing her by the collar.

 

“See?” she asks. “This is what she was talking about. You’re proving them right,” says Nekyia. She lifts her other hand, the real one, and shushes him with a froggy, damp finger over his lips. “Don’t worry. I’ve never forgotten about you.”

 

“I’ve tried being nice,” replies Hineni. He grabs her other wrist, yanking it to the side, and kicks her leg out from beneath her. The other prosthetic limb flies away as he lets go, and she falls down onto the ground, onto her back. The wood clatters as it rolls away. Hineni looks down at the big-frog. “I’m sick of you putting the people I care about in danger because of this weird obsession of yours.” He narrows his eyes. “This is ending, now.”

 

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Nekyia looks at him and then coyly tilts her head to the side, her hand pulling the upper cut of her dress down to the side. “What are you going to do to me?” she asks.

 

“Okay. Wow. That’s super weird, you know?” replies Hineni, looking down at her. “One, because of the story you just tried to sell me that we're related, which again — not buying it,” he says. “And two, and I can’t make this clear enough anymore,” says Hineni. “- I’m just not into you.”

 

“It’s the truth,” replies Nekyia. “I’m not selling you anything,” says the big-frog. “You think that you came back home to the south to find answers about yourself, don’t you?”

 

Hineni stands there, his finger ready to snap. “I came down here to help my family,” he replies.

 

“But Hi~ ne~ ni~ hi.” Nekyia smiles, pulling the fabric of her dress down a little lower. “I’m your family.”

 

“Nope.” Hineni snaps his fingers.

 

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