Kaneki knew what was about to happen, as the spike neared his eye. He knew he was about to suffer serious, horrible pain.
As he counted back from a thousand, he tried to preserve the images in his mind, the things he'd seen that he never wanted to forget, as he was convince he would never be able to see again after this.
He heard a disgusting squelching sound and his vision in that eye was gone.
He gasped. It didn't hurt! This was great, it was fantastic, it was—
What was that sound?
He realized it was the sound of screaming, and he couldn't stop himself from screaming too when he realized what was happening.
It was Kuri! She was screaming in agony every time Yamori carved into him! Somehow, all this pain was transferred to her!
Kaneki screamed in anguish as he heard her screaming, crying, begging it to stop. And he couldn't help her, he couldn't stop the pain.
He was helpless. Again.
Yamori was in front of him, waving a centipede, saying something, as Kaneki mechanically recited numbers, ignoring Yamori, focusing on Kuri, trying desperately to communicate.
In his mind he was telling her thousands of great, eloquent, comforting words. But words meant nothing without action.
And he could do nothing. NOTHING.
As the centipede went into his ear, the screaming got louder, more desperate, keening, wailing, and then…silence.
His vision went out for a second.
Then Kaneki realized the undeniable truth.
Kuri was dead. She was gone. His pain and inaction had destroyed her.
Kaneki grabbed his head, a screeching wail ripping from him.
His hair turned white, and he turned a sadistic glare at Yamori and ripped from his bonds.
I am a Ghoul.
I devoured Kuri…