"The nose belongs to Limi, the cheeks to Haturu... here, Amash, here is Skodali, here is Kajie, here is Butulu..."
Anna's movements from top to bottom, she could point out accurately whose part belonged to whom.
Yes, there was not a single part of Anna's body that was her own anymore; her entire body was made up of the flesh of her deceased sisters.
How could Anna, created from the most beautiful parts of dozens of girls, not be considered the most beautiful woman in the world?
"...This was your own choice, wasn't it?"
Blake sighed, slowly standing up. His aged face still looked somewhat unwell, but compared to the near-collapse state of Anna, he was much better off.
"It was you who saw your dying sisters, who cried and begged me to graft them onto your body. You know, this experimental subject's position was meant for Kachina..."
"Yes! But I can't forget why those sisters died! They trusted you so much! They trusted you would treat them well. How did you treat them?!"
