The bright pink flash of Axe's magic made Nit wince back, temporarily blinded by it. Taken aback by her sudden change of attitude, still not being able to get used to these shifts, they uncovered their eye to look back at Axe, only to find the meat and... blood? This was very new to them. Despite Nit's intelligence, they were actually not very keen when it came to magic and its consequences, given the fact that it was not something they surrounded themselves with. Seeing Axe gag up all this blood, then, was pretty off-putting to them. They remained silent for a few seconds, not finding the proper words to utter at the moment.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">I never meant it... like... that... <span style="font-style: italic">Ay carajo, qué yo ise</span>...</span>"<br/><br/>Nit rubbed their face, still trying to comprehend what was going on. The dark, crimson liquid was more eye-catching to them than Scarlet's vivid mane, but that was only because they could not help but realize that, obviously, Axe was getting harmed. Of course, Nit helped themselves to a particularly thick and large slab of meat due to their voracious appetite, but they only stared at Axe and nothing else right after, leaving the slab flopped over their knee. For once in their life, they showed some sort of concern for their to-be-but-probably-not-to-be wife.<br/><br/>Marcial peered into the living room, still shaken up after what had occured a moment back. Everything seemed calm with him until he saw Axe, to which he immediately rushed to her side, feeling the need to assist. Marcial was a tad more educated that Nit in regards to magic, so he knew what was happening.<br/><br/>But Nit did not, and they looked incredibly confused and worried. In their little moment of anxiousness, they began chewing on the meat slab that they took. For whatever reason, Nit felt as though they were the direct cause of Axe's fit rather than the magic and stayed away from her for a little bit, not wanting to hurt her anymore. It was only when Marcial summoned them over that they decided that, maybe, it was not the case.<br/><br/>Nit very gradually heaved themselves off the couch, groaning as they did. They took the meat slab, shoved it in their maw, and swallowed it whole, swiftly setting aside trivial matters. With sluggish and steady steps, they approached their troubled love, kneeling down once they got close enough. Gazing into Axe's eyes, Nit's expression clearly showed concern, but at the same time very slight annoyance. If Axe paid attention, she could see that Nit was slightly fiddling with their necktie out of nervousness.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-family: courier;">Why do you find... it OK to hurt yourself... for me?</span>" Nit asked in a stern tone, wiping a slight bit of blood from Axe's lip with their thumb. "<span style="font-family: courier;">I'm... I'm really not that... important... At least I don't... want... to... be.</span>" Paying extremely close attention would reveal that Nit's eye was actually beginning to glisten. They held back the feeling to do it, constructing a dam to try and hold it back, but even the greatest of dams are to leak someday...<br/><br/>It fell from their eye to the bottom of their face, settling there silently. As Nit snorted and whimpered, it moved around curiously, examining its new habitat. It said a lot, such as Nit actually giving a damn about Axe's well-being. Shrinking back and looking away, shedding more of these curious eye critters, Nit uttered shakily, "<span style="font-family: courier;">I- I- If I j- just ke- kept... m- my damn m- mouth- th- th shut, y- you wo- wouldn't... b- b- be like this... O- Oh geez, ma- maybe I- I.... am a m- m- m... m- monster...!</span>" Clutching their fist tightly, they screeched, "<span style="font-family: courier;">Wh- Why do yo- you c- c- care so... m- m- much about m- m- me then?! Yo- You're a- a dumbass!!</span>" Nit hyperventilated uncontrollably, shedding more and more tears and grasping their breast. Marcial tried to calm the clock down, but they just would not. Rather, they grasped the advisor's scrawny leg, nipping down on it and taking short breaths. Marcial held back a soft yelp so as to not potentially trigger Nit any further despite the pain and embarrassment he felt.