[Sometimes Vander felt like two different men. One a bleeding-heart averse to seeing anyone suffer or struggle, the man he thought had—after years of change—firmly supplanted the other. The hound. The one who let anger and impulse and outrage drive him, the one who would take any means necessary to right perceived wrongs.
Today he realizes he is both. Such an odd juxtaposition of two temperaments, but there is no denying it now, is there?
He tries to pull the grenade in toward himself, flinches at the ticking finally gives way to go off—and finds the hiss of smoke releasing to be what awaits him. No explosion, no innocents harmed, and he hardly has time to really grapple with the relief before the sting of it has his eyes burn and a coughing fit start up in his chest. It takes a moment before he can rein it in and work his way through the cloud of smoke to search for her.
There’s nothing to be found there in the spot where he had just taken Silco’s life. No Shard, no Powder. He stares there at that spot for a long tense moment as the smoke continues to further dissipate, the memory of that unabashed fury in her eyes front and center in his mind.
No, Powder had never been here, had she? Just Jinx.
He’s startled out of his reverie when some brave fool approaches him with concern, and it hits him all at once that he still needed to leave. He brushes past them wordlessly, feet hurriedly carrying him out of the markets and out of the city, the remnants of the spent neon-green grenade still clutched tightly in one hand.]
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Today he realizes he is both. Such an odd juxtaposition of two temperaments, but there is no denying it now, is there?
He tries to pull the grenade in toward himself, flinches at the ticking finally gives way to go off—and finds the hiss of smoke releasing to be what awaits him. No explosion, no innocents harmed, and he hardly has time to really grapple with the relief before the sting of it has his eyes burn and a coughing fit start up in his chest. It takes a moment before he can rein it in and work his way through the cloud of smoke to search for her.
There’s nothing to be found there in the spot where he had just taken Silco’s life. No Shard, no Powder. He stares there at that spot for a long tense moment as the smoke continues to further dissipate, the memory of that unabashed fury in her eyes front and center in his mind.
No, Powder had never been here, had she? Just Jinx.
He’s startled out of his reverie when some brave fool approaches him with concern, and it hits him all at once that he still needed to leave. He brushes past them wordlessly, feet hurriedly carrying him out of the markets and out of the city, the remnants of the spent neon-green grenade still clutched tightly in one hand.]