Ink cringed, grabbing at its own arm as if it could feel the stabbing secondhand.

"Why are you-..?"

Ink supposes it can't expect Maro to change their attitude if it told them to treat Iris like the person she is. All people are the same to them. Food.

"Just- Don't." It grit its teeth at them

Its nose wrinkled. "You're gross."

It takes a deep breath as Maro joins the group. It feels so wrong.

It can’t help but keep looking back at them.

“Barely.” It rolled its eyes. “Let’s go.” It squeezed Iris’ hand once and let go, turning to leave the room.