Solomon doesn't react when Jiaoying grabs his heart and pulls it out of his chest.
On only the second instance, he feels as though he's grown a bit too used to the sensation. It causes him no discomfort.
Fury raised his heart like a sacred treasure. Her eyes become slightly glossy as her lips open, her breath escaping in shallow, excited gusts.
She bites into Solomon's heart, and the blood gushes past her chin onto her chest.
The young knight's eyes widen as he watches her wounds heal.
Her arm snaps back into place, and the holes all across her body gradually begin to close.
She finishes the last of Solomon's heart and leans back in a stupor.
Her eyes are hazy. Thoughtful.
When she speaks again, her voice is so low that Solomon can barely hear her.
"…So that is where I have seen you from. How interesting… the hands of fate spin a most humorous yarn."
Suddenly, Fury gasps deeply, and a choking sound escapes her throat.
