[He stays still despite the advance from Akira, his eyes drawn with exhaustion, his face scraped up at the edges with the telltale redness of exposure to the cold. And he smiles, that same apologetic smile.]
Cleaning up. [He holds up one of the mana stones, before slipping it away with the rest into a pouch at his belt.] Your temper makes me think you don't want that answer, though.
Is that right?
[Faintly, distantly, there's the flickering smell of smoke. Of dust and debris. Of blood.
I'm going to place this before the Bruno thread specifically for Reasons
Cleaning up. [He holds up one of the mana stones, before slipping it away with the rest into a pouch at his belt.] Your temper makes me think you don't want that answer, though.
Is that right?
[Faintly, distantly, there's the flickering smell of smoke. Of dust and debris. Of blood.
Of distant, mourning screams.]