[In the moments following his victory, Vander’s mind slowly begins to work itself up into a frenetic flurry. The quick and oh-so brutal struggle replayed itself, intermingled with memories of days past. And as more of his sense returned to him, the ramifications of putting on so visible a display of their intimate hatred began to slam into focus. He needed to get out of here, fix this, prevent things from getting worse—
All of that slams to an abrupt halt the moment he turns and sees a familiar lanky girl push her way through the crowd.
It’s been a long time since she’s seen him in a state like this, standing over the equivalent of a corpse, chest heaving from the exertion and the aftermath of committing the gruesome deed. The mere sight of her shifts his features into something reminiscent of the expression he’d worn on his face years and years ago on that bridge. The day he’d laid down his gauntlets and scooped up two little girls in his arms and returned to undercity and didn’t look back.
There’s none of that day to be seen on her face, though. Instead there is a thin veneer of shock that is quickly fading to reveal something much more intense hiding under the surface.]
You shouldn’t be here.
[Shouldn’t be attaching herself to the mess he’s made here in Highstorm. And frankly he shouldn’t be here either—shouldn’t have come out to the markets, shouldn’t have let Silco’s inflammatory taunts bait him into doing something so stupid and yet so satisfying. But more importantly, neither of them should be lingering here under the watchful eyes of the onlookers any longer.]
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All of that slams to an abrupt halt the moment he turns and sees a familiar lanky girl push her way through the crowd.
It’s been a long time since she’s seen him in a state like this, standing over the equivalent of a corpse, chest heaving from the exertion and the aftermath of committing the gruesome deed. The mere sight of her shifts his features into something reminiscent of the expression he’d worn on his face years and years ago on that bridge. The day he’d laid down his gauntlets and scooped up two little girls in his arms and returned to undercity and didn’t look back.
There’s none of that day to be seen on her face, though. Instead there is a thin veneer of shock that is quickly fading to reveal something much more intense hiding under the surface.]
You shouldn’t be here.
[Shouldn’t be attaching herself to the mess he’s made here in Highstorm. And frankly he shouldn’t be here either—shouldn’t have come out to the markets, shouldn’t have let Silco’s inflammatory taunts bait him into doing something so stupid and yet so satisfying. But more importantly, neither of them should be lingering here under the watchful eyes of the onlookers any longer.]