[ The very moment he feels her hands on him, Rin's slow walk to consciousness turns to a sprint. He jerks away from her, his mind burning with fear and confusion, and instinctively grabs for one of the knives kept in his undershirt. He grabs her wrist with one hand, then brandishes the knife with the other, scowling, his crimson eyes bright with rage, his sharp teeth bared. She had brushed against a corded scar between his shoulderblades, and the skin tingles, shamefully, horribly. ]
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Don't touch me.