[He feels the press of leather and snow and dirt into his temple. The blood runs down from his nose to stain the snow, his breath labored.
There's tension across his face at what Akira implies. At the line he draws, with something he already had been planning to do once this was all over. It wasn't Bruno's fault that he stumbled onto something and made what he thought was the right decision.
He chose a lesser of two evils. And it seems that his hunter has finally found his hydra.
His body is pliant. Exhausted. His eyes drift shut.
no subject
There's tension across his face at what Akira implies. At the line he draws, with something he already had been planning to do once this was all over. It wasn't Bruno's fault that he stumbled onto something and made what he thought was the right decision.
He chose a lesser of two evils. And it seems that his hunter has finally found his hydra.
His body is pliant. Exhausted. His eyes drift shut.
He still doesn't respond.]