[Her memories of what she just saw are so vague - she plunged that sword into Cytherea's chest, her Lyctoral powers working then in a way they had never worked since. She had embarrassingly cried in front of the Necrolord Prime. It wasn't a happy memory, but it didn't trouble her so deeply.
But she feels it this time. She feels that same fresh and raw grief she felt as she had kneeled on the floor, prostrate before her God, and begged for - what even was it? She could never pinpoint that strange hollow pain she sometimes feels, but it reminds her just a little of the way she feels when she thinks of someone putting a glaive through Mollymauk's chest. Her cheeks are hot and wet again, though she isn't weeping. Just heartbroken, a little, in a distant, unreal way.]
[He's sitting there, hand on his chest where the glaive was, but -- well, there's nothing there. Just the criss-crossed scars, that were always there. (a red eye off to the side of his chest, hidden by the shirt.)
He pulls his hand away, looks at it, and then sighs out - slinging the arm around harrow's shoulders instead.]
I'm all right. Is it wrong to say I've seen it enough now that it's just-- [ . . . Just blood.] Doesn't matter.
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But she feels it this time. She feels that same fresh and raw grief she felt as she had kneeled on the floor, prostrate before her God, and begged for - what even was it? She could never pinpoint that strange hollow pain she sometimes feels, but it reminds her just a little of the way she feels when she thinks of someone putting a glaive through Mollymauk's chest. Her cheeks are hot and wet again, though she isn't weeping. Just heartbroken, a little, in a distant, unreal way.]
Yes, I'm all right. And you, Molly?
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He pulls his hand away, looks at it, and then sighs out - slinging the arm around harrow's shoulders instead.]
I'm all right. Is it wrong to say I've seen it enough now that it's just-- [ . . . Just blood.] Doesn't matter.
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[She doesn't resist the arm at all, leaning against him, completely worn.]
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[huff.]
Shouldn't have tried to take him head on. Not with just the five of us.
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