[ he finds himself on autopilot cleaning off his sword and unfolding the jacket from his bag. carefully, he drapes it over the body before hoisting it onto his back. warmth seeps through, bleeding into his clothes and onto the floor. the literal weight of what he's done presses down on him, and yet all he can think about is the person standing in front.
it's wrong for him to fixate to this degree. he knows it. anyone else could've been standing on the opposing end, no matter how close, no matter how distant, and he would've done the same. he can admit that to himself, but if he lets his mind wander further down that path, he'll come apart at his seams.
once he feels the body is secured, he clicks his tongue, gaze skirting deliberately away from thorns. ]
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[ he finds himself on autopilot cleaning off his sword and unfolding the jacket from his bag. carefully, he drapes it over the body before hoisting it onto his back. warmth seeps through, bleeding into his clothes and onto the floor. the literal weight of what he's done presses down on him, and yet all he can think about is the person standing in front.
it's wrong for him to fixate to this degree. he knows it. anyone else could've been standing on the opposing end, no matter how close, no matter how distant, and he would've done the same. he can admit that to himself, but if he lets his mind wander further down that path, he'll come apart at his seams.
once he feels the body is secured, he clicks his tongue, gaze skirting deliberately away from thorns. ]
… Let's go.