[ He's seen him move, but he's never seen him move this fast, like a bullet in human form β and he actually does think that this is going to be the extent of whatever he sees, until his gaze shifts β and they're elsewhere.
The smell is what's most familiar. He knows what smoke and blood and bodies smells like, after all. It's something that lingers in his own memories too, but this is different. It's so different. His feet move on concrete, and his foot stopped as he very nearly missed the small shape in his path. Too busy looking everywhere else, taking it all in. He doesn't step on it, he steps around it, his head tipped to look down at it for a half-second, his lips formed into something...indiscernible.
He'd been told enough, he can... guess where they are. They aren't his, but he...understands. In his own way. What it is, to walk onto a scene like this. His jaw tightened, and he stepped more carefully, to not step in these pools of blood.
The sound is what draws him away, and he lurks behind him, like a small shadow, his eyes drawing up, up, and up. To the thing there. A monster. Was it... natural? Made? It felt like something his doctor would have dreamed up, but worse.
He's seen plenty of people give into their shimmer addictions, have seen bodies get warped into tumors, the rush of shimmer makes people grow too. That he's used to, but something about the shape of it, the two heads, the extra mouths and eyes β the apron β he's never felt disgust looking at a monster, but he thinks it might be close.
He doesn't say anything now, he doesn't even think Vergilius knows he's here. He lurks behind him, quiet. Watching. ]
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The smell is what's most familiar. He knows what smoke and blood and bodies smells like, after all. It's something that lingers in his own memories too, but this is different. It's so different. His feet move on concrete, and his foot stopped as he very nearly missed the small shape in his path. Too busy looking everywhere else, taking it all in. He doesn't step on it, he steps around it, his head tipped to look down at it for a half-second, his lips formed into something...indiscernible.
He'd been told enough, he can... guess where they are. They aren't his, but he...understands. In his own way. What it is, to walk onto a scene like this. His jaw tightened, and he stepped more carefully, to not step in these pools of blood.
The sound is what draws him away, and he lurks behind him, like a small shadow, his eyes drawing up, up, and up. To the thing there. A monster. Was it... natural? Made? It felt like something his doctor would have dreamed up, but worse.
He's seen plenty of people give into their shimmer addictions, have seen bodies get warped into tumors, the rush of shimmer makes people grow too. That he's used to, but something about the shape of it, the two heads, the extra mouths and eyes β the apron β he's never felt disgust looking at a monster, but he thinks it might be close.
He doesn't say anything now, he doesn't even think Vergilius knows he's here. He lurks behind him, quiet. Watching. ]