“You have defiled the moon!” Nakatuki wailed, looking faint as I got up, covered in moon dust which I could taste on my lips. “She wanted it!” I called back and he tried to usher the others away, trying to cover some of their eyes when a few of them remained in place. “You’ve desecrated this holy being,” Nakatuki half sobbed. “She liked it,” I insisted. I wasn’t a star damned moon rapist. I could feel her calling my name, drawing me in.
