"Yes," Hakkai agrees, and glances down at his sleeve, a tiny frown creasing his forehead. He settles back, unbuttoning the cuff to push it back. Well -- maybe the gouge that they had left on his wrist was a little deeper than he had thought. He hesitates for a moment, then checks his pockets, finding a handkerchief to press over the freely bleeding wound.
After a moment, he rises to his feet, stepping back from Avalon's body so that Ruka can cover them with the comforter. It's only the second time he's been responsible for a death on the Barge, and the first -- long ago, when he'd barely arrived -- had been one he was unquestionably responsible for. He's not quite sure what the expectations might be.
"...I'm sorry," he adds, blinking, as realization strikes. "You probably aren't, ah. Used to dealing with--"
The aftermath of violent death seems like a callous thing to say, so he just inclines his head towards Avalon's crumpled form.
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Date: 2023-07-20 12:12 am (UTC)After a moment, he rises to his feet, stepping back from Avalon's body so that Ruka can cover them with the comforter. It's only the second time he's been responsible for a death on the Barge, and the first -- long ago, when he'd barely arrived -- had been one he was unquestionably responsible for. He's not quite sure what the expectations might be.
"...I'm sorry," he adds, blinking, as realization strikes. "You probably aren't, ah. Used to dealing with--"
The aftermath of violent death seems like a callous thing to say, so he just inclines his head towards Avalon's crumpled form.