She looked at him, surprise written in eyes so pale they were almost pupils without iris. "I don' hate you! I jus'..." She frowned, trying to puzzle through her thoughts. "Don' wanna have sex with you again," she finished triumphantly. She rubbed her mouth, stared at the blood that came away on her fingers, and tongued the split. Copper skimmed her tastebuds. She wrinkled her nose. "An' sometimes I forget we're not. Or... I think..." Memories skipped and slid, taking comprehension and language with them. "We did. Are. Something."

She was even confusing herself, now. Tsume shook her head, sending beer droplets flying, and pointed imperiously at Raidou's cloth. "Yes. Fix my face. What's wrong with my face?"